the word "vacancy" has always held a special meaning for me. a content, listless feeling; empty, waiting to be filled.
a stop on a long journey in some out-of-the-way roadside hotel, sleeping soundly and waking up to bacon and eggs in the nearby diner before going on your way.
staring at a starry sky alone, connecting the dots and watching them glisten and glitter, letting your mind drift to faraway planets encircling distant bodies invisible to the unaided eye.
thats pretty wild to me.