"The only journey is the one within.?
? Rainer Maria Rilke
And so a new day begins, a short journey from home to work save for the meandering divergence from the precise, economical, predictable route. Birds chuckle and the faint scent of grass lingers in the air; a few wandering steps following the camera's eye. Meetings today, one, two, three I think. And then the thought is gone, wiped away by the sharp, crackling of boot on gravel.
And the journey continues, short, small, significant in mind and memory.
The world when observed with