I wonder if most adventurers have moments like this...
waiting for the water to boil for tea at 2:44 am the day before the adventure begins. Unable to sleep in the cozy, customized bed downstairs, maybe because bed isn't going to look the same again for a long, long time and my prolonged date with predictability is coming to a swift end.
Almost completely convinced: This is a bad idea...
Listening to Switchfoot - Restless
I am the sea on a moonless night,
Calling, falling, slipping tides
Always longing for the deeper ground
I am the raindrop falling down
I am restless looking for You