Life, in and of itself, is a journey on many levels. Metaphorically, we - like the narrator in Frost's famous poem - choose the paths that will come to define the life we live and the legacy we leave. Biologically, we journey from age to age within our own fragile skin, often leaving the world the way we entered it: relying on the strength of others to provide us with the very basics we need to see us through from day to day. Then, of course, there's the more conventional idea of what it means to travel - to go abroad, to rub up against people who may or may not be like us, and to find out what we have to offer one another. Or, simply, to lie beneath a warm sun, drink in hand, listening to the waves lap against a shore that is both distant and undeniably close all at once. We travel for many reasons - sometimes by choice, sometimes by force, but always, like the birds, we migrate.
Header image by T. Guzzio.