In 2014 my wife and I found ourselves meandering through the streets of San Gimignano, a small hill town in Tuscany, Italy.

I will forever remember how we lost ourselves in the medieval streets towered by old Tuscan style buildings, coloured by dozens of shops filled with souvenir war weapons, chocolates, pastries and the occasional wild boar.

But there is one picture vividly engraved into my mind and it's this one…

While I was down on my stomach taking a time-lapse video of people making their way up and down the streets of San Gimignano, I became aware of these 2 kids pretending to be aeroplanes. Intrigued by their energy, I quickly switched my phone's camera mode to capture this moment just in time.

It has become one my favourite photos — not because it’s particularly great, but because it reminds of what we can discover if we let our minds just meander.

It has also become a symbol of how writing lets me meander through my brain's neurological streets — creating new connections, discovering new paths and encountering serendipitous moments.