Itchy Feet

Question: The little plans that start to take root in your mind... the niggling desire that becomes a wish... the instinctive voice that is whispering, once again, that it might soon be time move on: how do you know whether all this is real, or simply a by-product of November blues?

The evenings are dark, the sky is grey, my feet are no longer bare... Do I simply want to escape?
Or is it something more? The feeling that life is short, that soon it will be time to be brave, to venture out and see if we can make our dream happen?

Two days ago FH turned to me and said he'd been wondering whether...
And I smiled to myself and thought: if both of us are thinking the same thing, maybe it's more than just November blues.