Does He Collect Butterflies?

I don’t know why  I explain my tour to people in numbers. 100 days. 13,000 miles. Over 30 cities. The Little Prince would not appreciate this way of quantifying my trip. May I always reference it henceforth in rivers and canyons, couches and kindness, buildings and murals, coasts and highways, mountain formations and audio books, in strangers and family, in conversations with artists and ones in my head, in visits with friends and in utter-alone. Let all of it be a poem. Let none of it be math.