Our luggage had been all over the world, you remind me. We ought to take good care of them, and we do. The bands that wrap around them, striped with colours and conviction. These are ours, they say. These are our travels and our adventures. The memories of a lifetime. From boarding gate to boarding gate, airport to airport. Ferry terminals and sprawling piers. We keep on going, returning to every place as if for the first time, for we are ever the beginners, ever seeing with fresh eyes.
