There is nothing that gets to me than hearing the sounds of travel. The sound of car wheels on concrete, the splash of water against a boat, the engine kicking up on a train. I love watching children who travel for the first time race to the window to watch the world go by. I love watching an experienced traveler get lost in their own thoughts in the calming motions of train. I love the music my brother plays in his car when he takes our family to see my grandfather in Virginia.
All these things remind me that I am not standing still.

