From light into darkness,
soft sand to a coral reef
warm house in Provence
to a camper van in Ireland.

C’est ma vie, when things
begin to get easy I want to
run away into a difficult, or
even a hostile environment.

******* septuagenarian
skylarking in the clear air
searching for the cumulus
congest-us, of inclemency.



Ps
The term in Alcoholics
Anonymous for this is
“Doing Geographicals”