A walk filled with laughter and love. A walk in a place I’ve walked hundreds of times before, and yet I still discover things that are new, and things that are old that I’ve never noticed before.
My friend Márcia told me once about a word that can mean missing the place you’re currently in. Perhaps it was saudade? Nostalgia for something you have; homesickness for the place where you are. Or, as the link above quotes Portuguese writer, Manuel de Melo: “a pleasure you suffer, an ailment you enjoy.”
I’m feeling a bit of that today. An evening sort of feeling. Beautiful longing. Dusk.
mapping the terrain 