I live in Florida in a community of two to three thousand people. Almost without exception, they have travelled full time (or for at least for six months each year) sometime in their life. Most of them still do.

Their attitude is “Not all who wander are lost” and  “Life is not meant to be lived in one place.”

Yesterday Gloria hosted a “Meet the artists reception” at an Art Gallery she manages for the community.  There I made small talk with many residents – “We told each other of our exploits as we traveled many roads in the past.

Some travelled in motor couches more expensive than any house I ever bought, some travel down rivers in kayaks while sleeping in tents for weeks on end, others have experiences flying fighter planes with adrenaline highs which I never experienced and living in the extreme conditions of a remote outpost, and the stories went on.

But as we talked (or bragged), I found it was, often, not the building, tent, or coach that we lived in that was our topic of conversation. It was the place, the environment, and the weather and beauty of the season where we wandered. That was what we often enjoyed – or hated – most.

In our senior season of life, we love the warm weather of our Florida winters but we do not like the idea of one Florida season.  We still travel to experience the seasons – spring, summer, fall, and winter.  So we changed the phrase “Life is not meant to be lived in one place” to the phrase “Life is not meant to be lived in one season”

That was my motivation for the “Four Seasons” abstracts I created:

Around we wanders go

At the crossroads of another season.

First up then down we travel