Somewhere, Slow

Trail that spans the Düssel River, Gerresheim

There is a reoccurring scene that runs through my mind, especially when I’m feeling especially nostalgic or contemplative.

Sunset, open field, warm breeze, tall grasses, and a destination somewhere near the horizon (a destination I have not yet reached, but always imagine myself enroute to.)

Part of this image stems from a dream that sleep sometimes brings me. Another part of this scene reminds me of a book once read to me and Max while at a sleepover at Grammy’s house. And part, I am confident, was something my childhood eyes experienced somewhere while walking in a summery field at dusk with mom and dad and Grandpa Moon.

But who knows, much of this scene reminds me of (how I imagine) Heaven (or the path thereto).

This image, either way, may possibly be the closest I’ll come to capturing what I imagine in my mind.

There’s a saying that society is “going nowhere, fast” – suggesting that humans are so concerned with work and being busy and rushing, but all along they have no substantial goal or destination. They are going nowhere, fast.

But this image makes me think: go somewhere, slow. There’s no rush. But there is significance in the journey.

That all probably made no sense, it’s merely just me attempting to connect the dots.