The wanderer who stops

You walk by the air of a place more than its destination. Keeping the plan thin, you wander, and when somewhere appeals you stay a long while. Missing the famous things doesn't sting, because that wasn't why you came.

Being alone is what makes it possible. Nothing needs agreeing, so your feet are entirely free and you can quietly press a good moment in for a long time. Your senses are keen — colour, light, smell land deeper than for most.

The weakness is the trip staying blurry. Something special happened but you can't place where. One habit — a photo, a short note — and later that sensation comes back to life.