As an adult, I have often known that peculiar legacy time brings to the traveler: the longing to seek out a place a security time, to find deliberately what we stumbled on once before, to recapture the feeling of discovery.
Sometimes we search out again even a place that was not remarkable in itself- we look for it simply because we remember it.
This place need not be a geographical location on the earth's surface.
It could well be within our heart.
Whst happens when we find it?