Sometimes, the best act of love is to wander.
No expectation of where to go, when to be there, who to meet up with;
just drifting through the day, driven by your own decisions.
Go where you want, do what you want, see, hear, smell, taste the world through your mind’s eye instead of another’s.
They were onto something when they decided to wander lonely as a cloud
and take the roads less traveled by, for when one carries on with the weight of one’s soul
you find the pieces never found in the midst of others’ noise.

(Inspired by Wordsworth, Frost, and my own sojourn of the day.)