Flurried Recollections

After ten years living abroad I found myself back home wandering the frozen streets of New York. On a mission to find my next journey, the snow fall created a moody and comforting sense of loneliness on the Brooklyn bridge. Each snowflake presented a memory of the last 10 years of cultural immersion, history and adventure. Flurried recollections that triggered a stronger desire to create more. Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.