To all the nomads out there, hope you are all well,
Three years ago, before I had my two kids, me and my, then coworker, went to this Godland called Iceland. Yesterday I had this vivid dream, that got me completely overwhelmed. I was there again, on this exact shore, just stearing at the mist that rose over thoes big waves at the Diamond beach. And even though I love being a wife and a mother, this dream got me in a strange longing for traveling again.
There is no real words to tell what I felt that morning, waves crushing against black shores, it sounded like the ocean was breathing, longing for ships to lose ways, soft mist with the smell of salt dragging itself above it's reflection. Every breath I took that morning, felt like a thousand dragonflies flew through a small little body of mine. And I say small, for standing at the border made of white foam, separating that abyss sand from the ice cold sea felt so small, but as part of something so much bigger.
I think these feelings are the big reason I ever started traveling. Vews that make you feel.
I wish you all an inspiring evening. ;)