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| Oslo, 2010 |
In the blink of an eye, we have grown older.
Seen other parts of the globe.
Sampled fine port in Lisbon, the colour of the fortified wine a golden burnish which I cannot do justice to in my description.
A moment.
Between a step.
And the next.
A turn of my head.
And first sight of the Sagrada Familia, yet incomplete but completely otherworldly.
We walked - in Europe, in Asia.
Somewhere on the Nakasendo, hospitality from the caretaker of a rest house.
O-cha, pickled radish, folk songs and the accidental company of fellow walkers, meeting at that point in time at the rest house on the way to Somewhere.
A blink in time, moments on the road.
Time passes, sights savoured.
