Distance can be a tricky thing: making me yearn, giving you time. Empowering her to seek new futures, crushing his hopes and expectations behind a curtain of miles and meters.

Where you've gone I'd like to follow, where I've been I’d love to tell, the silent little stories of pebbles underfoot or quirky happenstances, days or weeks away, and the warm pleasure of the road back home, the dust and grime to be wiped away in a hot bath.