I feel the need to move, roam, start in motion.... It always happens this time of year. That little tickle of unsettledness, the need to pack a small bag and just get going. Is it the change of season? The end of long, warm days and the sleepy twilight hovering in my garden? All I know is that the wind has begun to tease the ends of my hair, softly stroke my cheek and I look around to soak it all in. Winter's coming, time to move on.....
