Not sure why, but my Dad, who passed away in 2000, has floated through my thoughts countless times these last few weeks. (To be honest, I know exactly why: because I have spent the last 2 months filtering through volumes of letters, photos, postcards and souvenirs) Came across this postcard and realized Dad seemed most happy the furthest from any sort of routine. . .good reminder to stick your neck out and break the routine now & then!
We are the most alive, the furthest from routine.