"O' where are you going, traveler" I said. coat tucked into the wind billowed hat over your eyes. gusts of air touch yet they don't catch your face. I see curious wrinkles and a smile of the sun place to place you wander, leaving your mark. a connection of the heart but never a tethered bond down your curving path you go to where you meander, I really do not know. “O' traveler where are you going? non-attached you are, show me freedom”. the traveler shows a gleam of wisdom a twinkle in his eye, he tells me this, "I am not special. I am just like you. seek not, merely look". so I chance upon a shard of glass and I gaze into the shimmering mirror taken aback, epiphany strikes smiling like the sun, I say, "hello traveler"