There's times when nothing matters. You just get that feeling and you know that its time. The weather's right, you've got the clothes on your back, and tomorrow will be different. You aren't looking for a round trip ticket, and the destination is as irelevant as a coin toss, "head south", or "farther south."

It doesn't matter what happened, you'll send a post-card from the border. As you shuffle your feet you think about what you'll write, two words, three words, perhaps nothing at all. A new beginning. Somethings don't need to be repeated. After all, "a kiss is still a kiss, and a sigh is just a sigh..."