This morning in Klaipėda, Lithuania I noticed a sentence printed on the notepad beside the hotel bed: like sails, ideas only need the right winds to set them in motion. It seemed simple at first, almost corporate in tone, but it stayed with me the entire day — through coffee, through the rain-softened forest at Dutchman’s Cap, through the walk along the Baltic shore where the air carried both pine and salt. I tried to step away from my phone, from the reflex of recording, and instead follow that line as if it were a thread, asking myself not what I was supposed to see here but what keeps me moving at all, why travel has always been the rhythm that sharpens my attention most fully
Today I Finally Understood Why We Really Travel