Two Windows

Another cup of coffee seems in order.  This one threatens to be gone, soon, and not enough remains to sate.  Even slow-motion sipping can't stretch it out enough.

Every once in a while, curiosity about what's out there reaches fever.  Too much sitting at home, alone, with access to the internet's window on everything else, makes here and now seem too familiar.  When the world calms down, again, which it always does, wanderlust might win.

Yeah, I'm watching the world light up through the window, while video of the other side of the globe glows on the TV.  I'm grateful to have both views.  It's always possible to walk outside and touch what's here, though.