The wanderings do surprise. Always in a different way. The dense forests, the bird songs and the paths, winding before my eyes, are different even when I choose the same trail every single time. Only the flavors stay the same. The taste of dried fruits, nuts, the simplest sandwich and water from the stream.

Green has always been my favorite color. It breathes water and tells stories. Here where I am is one of the most beautiful shades of it. Earthy, dark and heavy at the same time. It shimmers in the small amount of light that reaches here. I can feel this color in my nostrils and on my tongue. It smells and tastes of life, earth, water and sometimes even me. It’s as if I was born from it, right at this moment.

This is where I learn about myself.
This is where I think, see, listen, perceive.
This is where I am.