The Spirit of Travel

A radiant arc rises, supple and luminous, like a celestial arch tracing the path of the wind. In its surge, everything shifts: colors burst in fiery sprays, forms intertwine in fluid ribbons. The movement carries all, opening unsuspected horizons where each curve becomes a promise, each spark a destination. Here there is no departure, no arrival, only the pulse of a deeper breath. The world unfolds in its vastness, inviting the soul to leap beyond visible borders. In this surge, the journey is no longer a path to be traveled, but an endless dance where the invisible breath flows. Yet is this spirit of travel a force guiding us, or the awakening of what has always lain dormant within us?