You don't remember what made you do it, what made you get out the door and leave everything behind.

But you know that you're here,
The cold bitting at your cheeks,
The water filling your shoes.

You love it.

The new sights,
You've seen some land barren and other flourishing with all sorts of life.

The new smells,
You've smelled flowers you can't even pronounce, and odors that could kill.

The strangers,
Individuals with hearts of pure gold, and the true villains of the world.

And you met the most important one of all when you stepped out your door.

You met yourself.

You saw the many faces of yourself, you saw how you react to danger, to joy, to wonder.

You found a stranger in yourself, and traveled every step of the way with that beautiful tagalong.

You found yourself on a journey, an adventure.
On a road without a name, leading you ever deeper into a forest of wonders.

Until one day, you found yourself on a road that leads home,
You travel that path long and hard because in the end it's worth it.

You find yourself in a place that's familiar, but somethings change about it. Something is very different.

But it's not the place that's different, it's you.
You've changed in so many fantastic ways sense you've last been.

So you set down your things,
Not unpacking, not settling,
Just resting.

You know that you won't be staying long, just until the leaves start to fall, and the air gets cooler.

You know that you'll hear the call from the road once again, and on that day, you set off once again.

And it will start all over again.

- Leviathan