I just took the moving walkway past a bronze statue of a bald eagle, body stamped with the print of our national flag, wings outstretched over valiant soldiers. I’m wandering the Minneapolis airport looking for my gate.

I have come to the realization that I have three insatiable lusts/cravings/passions in life. They are as follows: travel, writing, and fall weather.

I’ve delved into Eat, Pray, Love recently at the suggestion of my mother. Though the story is interesting, I can’t help but interrupt Elizabeth’s story with pages from my own life’s saga.

I have a friend who feels very uncomfortable with this lust. I wish I could quiet it but I feel compelled to write. I couldn’t say why. It isn’t vanity or self absorption. It’s a love affair.

Travel plays the perfect muse. It inspires me and speaks adventure into every fiber of my being. The promise of the unfamiliar stirs in me a mentality of discovery. I am Lewis. I am Columbus. The sites may have been visited before but they have not been seen with my eyes or retold with my words. Possibility. Potential.

And finally, fall weather. Today is the perfect introduction to fall. I lunched outside with Starbucks in hand while the cool breeze rustled my napkins. I breathed deeply and exhaled the tensions of the work week. As the day cooled, I found myself wondering why I hadn’t grabbed a scarf this morning. Now I’m sitting feet away from an airport store boasting of great value scarves for $10. I think it’s a sign. Gray, perhaps…