There is a certain comfort in a journey, from one place to the other.
The path doesn't demand an ultimate sense; of direction, of decision, of position. There is a certain sense of wayward peace, a calm, a motion free stillness. A place, where the destination is known and the route is established. This time and place and space and sense, between the destination and the location is all there is. To catch a moment; of breath, of respite, of being, of existing. This space that is free; of judgements, of chaos, of haphazard decision making, of being, of the act.
There is a definite calm in the journey, between the destination to the location. It is a small space allotted. Just for me.
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