getting there...

(both emotionally and geographically...)




"and that's why i have to go back
to so many places (well NL mainly...)
there to find myself
and constantly examine myself (won't overdo that though...)
with no witness but the moon (and the sun...and the stars...and the sheep...and cows...)
and then whistle with joy, (can't whistle to save my life!..)
ambling over rocks and clods of earth, (maily over the dyke...)
with no task but to live, (that definitely!...)
with no family but the road."
Pablo Neruda


taken from the car...as one does!?