The Traveler

I am a man.

I am a woman.

I am the unbuttoned plaid shirt blowing in the wind.

I am the worn out denim jeans with holes in the knees.

I am the warmth from the sun, that beats down upon my skin, that keeps me warm.

I am the fresh air, blowing through my window, making my hair dance.

I am the beating of my heart, as it races with excitement, of what is to come.

I am the moment you recognize as perfect, you must capture it with film.

I am the tires on the pavement, leaving the rest stop to continue on.

I am the sleepless nights and droopy eye lids.

I am the smell of freshly brewed coffee, that wakes me from my dreams.

I am the moon and stars that illuminate the way when the sun sleeps.

I am my barefeet that feels new ground every step of the way.

I am the tune from my guitar with every pluck of its strings.

I am every bird that fly's overhead, deer that passes in-front of me, rabbit that runs away.

I am you

You are me

We are one.