Passport

I do not travel, I tell him. Something he cannot fathom with his wanderlust and bank account. I am a farmer, I prefer to stay home and write and swim and bake bread and talk to strangers and take care of my animals. My garden is the peopled city streets my passport is between my ears.

The world is constantly rotating on its axis. My moods seesaw as I try to hold on. The goal is to be the FULCRUM! The weather and climate and length of day is continually changing. This is travel enough for me.