I've got wanderlust in my soul upon these days of softened daylight. I feel the calling of vistas new. It is neither running from nor running to, yet a sense of easy adventure, a gentle curiosity, a growing inner peace.
Wanderlust is the pretty onward road when the duties that kept one anchored are lifted. It is how we naturally set sail and seek the wind to take us onward to new and pleasant shores.
Wanderlust is the magical wand to for my emotions in this autumn light. For I recall the sense of peace that the new can often bestow. For at each end there must be a new start, and that one approaches is as sure as the rising sun.