Aphorisms on travelling

Dear Weaver

Dear Drop

Dear Sad Dancer

Dear Flame

Dear Journey Man

 

As I am on my way to meet you, these thoughts are running through my mind…

The day is bathed with a rose like sheer. Soft but still blinding. It gives me comfort to remember, that I am not my eyes. Soon I will get to know you.

I will collect the sound of passing through – overcoming distance, steps, whistles, rhythmic rumble. All these sounds given by time, when moving through space. They will carry me there.

 

/Ekko

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