Danny James

Tag: wander

  • 519

    Glassy skies and frosted everglades.. Candy store lights of Bariloche nights. Clean and present soul, shall I ever see such things again?

  • 499

    To climb again, your fallen hopes permit. To wonderment return, against cleverness resist. Though furthest have you wandered you are least forgot, please, homeward steer your aching heart and do not for anything stop.

  • 395: Patagonia part 7 (thaw)

    After some time abroad, being suddenly home again endures a spectacular dilation. It’s like the sight of the first visiting snowflakes, the falling fascinates like none after. The plain and recognisable circumstances glisten afresh with seemingly new and engaging qualities as everything slowly drifts back into its usual recognisable place, settling into a blanket of […]

  • 264

    While strained in my precision elsewhere looking, came toward hurling revelations determined and knocked me sure loose of accuracy, where once felled t’ the dirt I sat long in its mire unclaimed and bewildered, detained in a spell state. There I lost many hours unable to recall, surmising deeply the possession that showed me then […]

  • 115: Gone

    Abaft a brooding climb, finally we mount the firmament, which suspends our dot with an affable keep and steadies our careen down the Tasman, settling ahead the finest conditions for flight have I ever encountered. The ocean and upper-wide parapet are an indivisible frontier of immaculate cobalt, that, were it not for one vivid and […]

  • 114: Going

    This is the last night in your own bed for some time, and there is an alveolus melancholy unfolds your repose; when strange pillows will nestle ambling thoughts. But you’ve craved long this new trouble, like secrets of saccharose, and must let wash over you its mastery implied. The stars now will hold your dreams, […]

  • 97: Godspeed

    I know brother, here little is sincere. The merry atrocities no looking back deserve, – and how precious days decrease. I would you went, and your last look settled upon a lonely rapture that hangs in the vibrant woodlands of your private longing, intimate to thy scope and nature. Hold not ye behind. By all […]

  • 90

    My housemate returned last evening from a wandering abroad, whose soothed expression of renewed prosperity has recalled my own souls fondness and suitability for the trekking life that has survived the nights dilution. Thus I am riding a gentler, more aerial tone of humour this morning that threatens to lift me further into elations giddying […]