I am infinitely in love with the air and water, the horizon, rock and tree, mountain and sea. The road and path, walked or driven, turning each corner, the change in the picture, looking for vignettes, re-framing as image.
The city. The soundscapes, the coffee cups clinking, the way the cream curls into the coffee, the sound of voices, cigarette smoke, trains rumbling over bridges, sounds in museums, hushed silences and whispered conversations.
The eroticism of a hand brushed against mine, the gaze held. The knee placed between my knees, the clasp of my hand. The connection. Indelible impressions. I go through the world dressed in these experiences.
I welcome sleep each night, embracing the unknowing. My life is held in the uncertainty. A liminal space between disquiet and acquiescence. I have not visited this place before.
Remembering past voyages. Longing for the freedom. I wait in fragmented stillness.