Moonlight on the canal as we left sitting tonight. Lovely, easy, quiet evening in spring. Dark, yet not dark, almost a velvety violet.
Meanwhile…
Heading off to America tomorrow, leaving the « old » continent behind for 10 days.
Always have mixed feelings about travels, about coming and going, about stepping away from « home, » even if for a brief, temporary stay « elsewhere. »
While there is in fact no « elsewhere, » no « here or there, » there is, too, in fact here, and there, and elsewhere. One fact does not discount the other.
So I go, not going, and I don’t go, going.
And having never left, I will be back again.
No here nor there, only a life to live to the fullest, until it’s exhausted and renewed.
You,a beautiful mirage and one of our favorite trap, are not away and can never be.
Yet we deluded people will miss you.