when the days were getting longer

I remember around this time last year,

the trees have turned green
the little patch of grass in front of my house had grown little white flowers on it
the horses and rabbits beside my house looked cheerful
mornings have arrived earlier at my doorstep and window sill
the sun caressed my face when I cycled to and from the school
dropping by at the icecream parlour in the city center became favourite after-school past time

Suddenly I really long to travel again. The itch.

Maybe tomorrow, I will pack my pillow and a suitcase, buy myself a ticket and fly to a new place. To follow the instinct to search; search for what you may ask... I'm not sure, perhaps a search for a place in this crazy world, a place where I could call a home.

Or simply just to have a delightful plate of pasta and a cup of espresso.