Auf halber Strecke findet sich Holzfeuer und Wärme. Genug Abstand vom Trubel, nah genug an den Wellen, das Gesicht rauh von Sonne und Wetter. So hier, so jetzt, wie man es nur kann.
10am and on. Feet in sand feet in snow, and the storm to fiercely brush through thin hair, to quiesce the mind. This is where the shields go down and nature touches a bare soul.
📷 lost-in-moments
2pm and on. Arrivals. Routes that have grown familiar with the years. Landmarks, checkpoints, places of longing and yearning and the weird sensation of returning to a place that never was home but feels just close.
📷 travel
Closing in on 4pm. Stories of hats and roles. Summing up working hours per week, words per day, thoughts per hour, clouds per moment of being distracted from other things. Dazed by the softness of the hills, clashing into the harsh soil devoid of snow. Different winters.
Resounding yesterday, today: Snow, pines, a white world and blue sky. Finding solitude in crowded places not too far from cities. Water, liquid and frozen. Snaps and noise.
📷 random-stories