field & trails

I am standing in a quiet field in the remote Italian countryside. I look up and see the trails of many people going somewhere else. I wonder about their destinations, about the trails criss-crossing in moments of asynchronous connection. In not too much time, I will be aboard one of those trails in the sky. In this moment, I am here in this field.

There is always movement. There is always somewhere else. But what’s happening in the stillness of here?

Just as fascinating if you let it be.

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