EXHALING CATALYSTS

46. Wanderlust

Side note: This is beautiful. 

quiescences:

Etched into the soles of our feet, there are the imprints of four leaf clovers and dandelion spheres, stenciled there from when we were small and the world was a garden. Our mothers would rinse our skin raw with rain water and scrub at the roots of our hair (we sprinkled them with dirt and fed the sunlight, but we never grew into trees). Even then, our palms itched like mosquito kisses to wander through city streets and rain forests, to feel the summer rain on sticky shoulders and to find a heart and call it home.