While setting off we forget the return…
It is not the excitement of discovering, nor even of arriving; it is the possibility of plunging into the universe of the unknown, the unsuspected, subject to other rules…
It is not the amount nor the quality of the luggage that we take with us, but the immensity of the life that precedes our steps that makes us sensitive to so many forms to distinguish the horizon.
The blue of the lake that was awaiting us at the end of the road turned out to be only one of multiple doors.
