roving (n).

I've known you for eight years now. You have kind eyes and a wild spirit, most often manifested by your love of climbing trees. When you walk through a lined street the person talking to you loses a bit of your attention; you are always glancing up at the branches looking for a foothold. People wonder how to hold you; we simple things do not see that you are not to be held; wind cannot, nor the sea, be held in one's hand.


Posted on November 30, 2012 and filed under the word project-.