wanderlust (analogue)
wanderlust (analogue)

This is what I feel while travelling. Rushing into the unknown – snow-capped peaks, blue skies, wild forests – and yet at the same time the experience is already a memory. The things you remember about the places you passed through are never quite as defined as the actual moment itself once was – it is blurrier, lighter, subject to fading. But the essence of the feeling that you had being there in that moment is not lost. You remember well what you felt as you stuck your head out of the window and looked at the untamable mountains, felt the wind blowing through your hair, the sun warming your face. Oh yes, you remember it all too well. You felt it deep in your bones. You felt a wild love for life. You felt  w a n d e r l u s t .

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