Sometimes, the only thing you need is an entrance
where the light tells you there is still somewhere to go.
Some places won't fade away no matter how much time passes by.
They bear in their walls the touch of people who created them,
the sound of those who spoke in their rooms,
and the memory of steps that disappeared gradually.
We are all strangers in such places,
but, for some time, we add our names to their history.
There is another sky after the clouds.
Light penetrates after the darkest shadows.
Perhaps the journey doesn't require us to find any destination
and maybe it teaches us to recognize
the moments when light appears.
I moved without having a clear destination in mind.
Trees were keeping their mysteries,
sun was following me silently,
and the road seemed to vanish in the dusk.
Perhaps, this is all what a journey is
moving forward with the help of a little light.