Weary but happy that they have been bold and adventurous.
Every little blister stings and sings of that new nook, that new borough they found by chance.
A crab wriggles over my toe, not entirely happy that my clumsy feet are sitting atop his humble abode.
I coax this industrious little lifeform to sit by me and tell me tales of the many beaches his claws have sculpted.
The friendships, the battles, the joys and the sorrows,collected like little pebbles along the way.He relents and then we watch the sky in companionable silence.
A little sparrow now finds its way to the crumbs of the biscuit laying next to my hand.
A crumb for the many clouds it has circled.
Another for the many wonderous skies it has painted with its wings.
The last one as fuel for the new journey that this humble seeker will embark on in a few moments.
Each one of us is a traveller.
Some walk through the rigours of each day, content that they have found the same version of themselves in bed at the end of it.
Some will forever wander, looking for new meaning. In every new city, on every beach, under each pebble and grain of sand, ahead on each road, in what they see in the mirror each morning.
To those restless souls, those wandering toes and those keen eyes, may you forever roam.