Where the Morning Takes Me

Some mornings arrive without expectations. No plans, no obligations, nowhere I’m supposed to be. I’ve never been very good at sitting still when the world leaves the door open. Those are usually the mornings I start wondering where my next endeavor might take me. A different city? Somewhere quieter? Somewhere I probably have no business going? I have a few ideas… but nothing decided yet. So tell me—if you could steal me away somewhere today, where would we go?