Thank you for this trip, which I feel taken along on. The alternation between image and narrative from your point of view, a welcome change.

Good question: Why am I travelling? Apart from the explained biological chemical processes in my body, which I would not give as a reason, although they are probably true (haha, I can't help it!), I go more with your poetic descriptions of what my perception offers me.

My heart is divided in this. As an old bone by now, I appreciate the paths trodden, the signposts reassure me and that I will not be lost in a wilderness yet to be called wild. Of course, my adventurous miss is once again against it.

I remember a trip to Norway as a 14-year-old when we were allowed to think we were unobserved by adults and went on an excursion into the woods to chase the sheep because I, all excited, spotted a black one. I called my friend to give chase and we stumbled after the animals until we hit a natural barrier: water. Unsure how the sheep had got across there. In the meantime, we could well have got lost. Seeking that thrill (rather unconsciously and naively) we found our way back, my friend rather unwillingly following my spirit of adventure and me calling her a killjoy. Until one other day we found ourselves in real mortal danger. On a fjord with our rowing boat. But that is another story.

That things don't last forever is a beautiful insight, which I of course share. A journey can also take place in one's own backyard, in the immediate surroundings, but where one has already seen everything, one is drawn away. In looking at what the eye offers us, I feel through your words the interweaving of the past with the present.

Happy Sunday to you!