Sometimes, pictures express the perfect moment.
Perfect because everything feels all right. It is like a moment of meditation.
I am feeling totally connected to body, mind, and myself and to the outside, dusk and moon.
Fortunately, the picture is stored in my photo library as a proof of this perfect moment.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t exist a library for feelings where I could get quickly a pile of nice feelings during imperfect moments.
I am standing here and looking into the future. It is an open space. There are no frontiers; there are no roads.
I am thinking and hoping for bright colors. It is bluish and watery. There are no images; there are no sketches.
I am crying and following my disordered feelings. It is high and deep. There are no structures; there are no traffic lights.
I am writing and knowing nothing.
Running to the bus stop this morning, I couldn’t prevent myself from taking a picture in front of our neighbor’s house.
Today’s dawn touched a string in my mind because it reflects my inner world.
There is light at the horizon.
But I don’t fully trust that it will lighten up as the dawn promises it.
Trust needs time.
A lot of time.