I sat at my desk, typing in boring numbers pertaining to university fares. The click of the keys on my laptop created a lulling effect on me. I looked up for a moment to gaze out my window. The usual scenery of pine-covered hillside was obstructed by something much more mundane – my tree of clean laundry, hung out to dry. In a strange moment of time coming to a standstill, I was filled with a warmth that reminded me of chocolate chip cookies, my mothers hugs, scraped knees, and school lunches. Home. Is it possible that an image of home would have such an effect on me? Forever chasing the clouds as they drift from one land to the next, I do not desire the home life. I follow the birds with my eyes and my heart.

The mundane. The unearthly. The unprecedented and unexpected. The regular, low-life man, traveling the streets of the city he lives in. He wishes for more. He hopes to wake up tomorrow and find that he is on a trip to the far ends of the earth, in a strange turn of events, headed towards roads never trodden before.

There is this man in each of us.