June is always a period of "peak" traveling. Students graduate, the younger students get released for holidays, workers decide to celebrate the end of the first half of the year... it's a marker of sorts for time (even if we cannot truly fathom if time is truly chronological). However, regardless of the true nature of time, our bodies are aging, our minds are changing and the memories in our head have changed in intensity.
I always feel a great sense of happiness looking at other people's travel albums. We are always traveling, a-wandering in this place called earth, but it's only when we leave our homes, take a bus, train or plane of sorts, do people consciously realise they are embarking on a journey. It is that consciousness, that desire for discovery, that I revel in.
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