WALK ON

Greetings, fellow traveller!
Whither goest thou? And wherefrom do you come?
Have you a compass? A clock? Company?
Weary wanderer
Your tread is tired, you seem to be trudging

Bridge Across Time

Late-November. Evening lapses into grays with vivid orange flashes of dusk. Driving towards a long-standing desire. Where different millennia are juxtaposed in one single geography.

Destination reached, I park and alight. And take the bridge across time.