I am sorry to be silent but Peru has taken my breath away.
At times travelling finds me dabbling in polyamory. I fall in love many times, fret over the multiples, and each time tell myself that no other place could rival this, that I must have been deceiving myself before.
I laugh at myself for being so fickle, yet there is a beauty in feeling wholly swept away, albeit again and again, by the fullness of what is right here and right now.
There is a certain truth in believing that there has never been another moment quite like this.
And here I have fallen in love again, grown drunk on beauty.
I feel like I am sitting in the spinning heart of my dreams and just here, just now, there is really nothing else to say.