just another blog of a traveler in the making - a tapestry of her late night-musings, unanswerable questions, wild imaginations, unspoken thoughts, sentiments and ruminations wrought by life's happy and sad moments...
it hurts to see you soaring high knowing i can't join you as you explore ethereal skies.. but no matter how high you might fly and wherever the wind may take you, i'll keep watching you from the ground with admiration and hope that at end of day when you're tired and in need of a place to rest your weary wings, there's no other nest you'd want to come home to but my heart.