~ afterglow ~

sometimes a journey makes you realize better the place that you have just left. this is what i would call draught of the bus aisle i sensed. this is when the dots joined: the last months of via negativa, the last weeks of emptying all of my inner rooms, the last days of all their windows flying open and letting air in and through. 

so thank you, iceland, for the wind. thank you for the first rays of light to fall on this rainy film, from the sky that is a bit closer to our steps and our wishes than anywhere else in the world. finally, thank you for the song i was able to play again, almost perfectly, effortlessly, irrationally. i am sure my fingers slid over the steel strings by your smile stretching under their tips. by your longing. thank you for this surprise, i will always imagine the floorboards of this song stretch over your kind, solid ground. and the warmth of it.

for finding a true friend feels always like a come-back.

for a dear song returned.
for the stones that lent me warmth.
for the rocks that drew my blood.
for the wind that brought me breath.
for the rains that soaked.
and for the blue that poured.

thank you.