oh the places you’ll go
vast open spaces and skies on fire…
Laying in my swag on cold nights. I fall asleep watching the stars and hearing the howls of dingoes in the distance…
roads go on and on and on…
Planted in the landscape like brushstrokes in a painting…
walking with the ghosts of waterfalls and glaciers…
every part of my being yearns to be back there.
Here’s the story of the expedition….
http://andrewdwyer.com/wordpress
