Lost again - Onomichi, Japan

How good it feels to get lost again. Melt into the ground, vaporize into thin air, no pressure. Wander the streets, no destination, no purpose. After all, how important can all of life’s constraints really be?

Now that afternoon is just a memory. Somehow a few easy minutes that appeared in a few weeks of tight schedules. The memory of that walk is part of me, but can I ever recapture that mindset? How great it would be to able to create mental space like that on demand.

Just relax.