"I'm not perfect" I said, as I showed him my broken profile. The one I so despise for the size of my nose. The one my father gave me. A gift, he said.
A curse I dread.
He clearly listened blindly, as he asked no questions whilst I briefly explain my path. The steps I took to reach my base to set up temporary camp. Not a home just yet, as I'm still moving on.
Why the lack of curiosity of where I've been and why not question why I stared at him in such a way?
Yet again, I blend into the background, as he saw the cable car view as being worth more than the time it takes to actually climb and truly experience a mountain... not a hill. I want to be a journey... not a fleeting moment.
Wearing hand crafted goodness by @iolelingerie with @desvalidoau robe layered over.
Where in the world should I travel to next? My heart aches to fly again. Where is your favourite holiday location and why?