Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred
minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred
minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?
The year has just
ended. To say that my travel life on the
year that was is a blast is an understatement.
For a quarter of the year, I was visible on the road, outside the
confines of the space that I was accustomed to.
A year in the life of a semi-vagabond, can it really be measured?
