I remember traveling to Colorado, in December, 1997. Hiking during the days was breathtaking (in exertion and beauty seen) whereas cold snowy nights had this FL woman under blankets on a sleigh ride, or by the fireplace. Back then, my wanderlust nature was in full steam.
Years ago were also times of strong self exploration---as I felt the muck and mire of...something... and wanted to unzip it like a tight wetsuit in a swampy horror film and step out. It wasn't the only time. That course of my life (self exploration) spanned from l984-2005. Some times were tough, yet they also were...light. Light, in a sense of clarity in the heat.
Sometimes presently I think my embers of desire for discovery are glowing only. I peak in on them in my busy days, making sure they are not out, yet ---in these busy days/work and to dos--- they don't seem to get to burn brightly. Sure sparks come at times.
Perhaps I need to add some new wood. I always liked burning pine.