There’s something about the ambient noise of the city drifting in through my window that gives me the most intense feeling of wanderlust and melancholy

It’s always done this, and I don’t know why.

Maybe it’s the sound of cars, the mystery of them rushing off to unknown destinations.

Maybe it’s simply knowing that I’m in here while they’re out there.

Or maybe it’s a subdued, yet palpable, sense of joy that spring has returned, and with it, life.