Some maps have no keys.

No clues.  Only the sturdy feet of the explorer, the one whose curiosity pushes her forward, the one who loves color, who loves adventure.  The one who always has a sack of petite oranges at the ready.  
 

Whatever this might be

 I want it in my life.  Perhaps, it will spin to the cycles of the moon.  Yes, I believe, it will.  

Is it curious to want what you can't name?  

Perhaps, that is the journey called curiosity.  

Curiosity

To me, this would be the eye of curiosity looking inward, looking outward.  Perhaps, water is involved.  Definitely, wings & a fine dusting of light. and a spot of red. Thinking about which food & which words will feed curiosity, is curious itself.  With soft eyes of a cat, for sure.

Feeling a tad buoyant

contemplating the New Year.  Curiosity is afoot -- words & culinary.  Walking in all which-ways. Neighborhoods to explore.  Neighbors to meet.  Books.  Yes, books.  Always, books.  The taste of words.  The taste of carrots.  Perhaps, one last persimmon.  Please.