I stare out the window. One solitary cloud drifts through the infinite blue. Dare I ask there must be something better than this? I think of the people I see in the city, on our journey to work. Those buildings tower around us. I marvel at their size still. There are beautiful contrasts; red brick of the nineteen hundreds to grey rendering of the twenty first century and always the graffiti of immortal rebels. But the people, their faces pale and blank. What do they think? Do they think of things other than the immediate? I can only hope. To and from work the crowds move together, a force to be un-reckoned with. Secure within their comfort zones yet they will still complain but search they will not. Only the restless break the mould and the unique have never fit within it. They are potential leaders. But mortgages, rent, shopping – money the only answer, such obstacles I prefer to avoid. I am forever restless; let me travel, wander, explore, observe and learn.

Like an old book once described me, “mostly I frolic…I’m not made to be a king’s counsellor. I have no place of my own.”

And like the same book advised me, “You may be partially right; you were born with a restless spirit, which gives you strength. But you must never lose that restlessness; it keeps you true to yourself.”