On the road again

In moments of weakness and fatigue

I wonder what else I'd rather be doing and

I come up empty handed.  

I want to be doing this, paniers fully loaded,

On the edge of rain, longer than planned.

So green, so lush, traversing landscapes

Canals draped in castles, if such a thing exists,

I have never seen it but here.

I have to remember that living life to the fullest

Is hard, that it may be easier in the moment to 

Lie on the couch, but what a dull life that would be.