I’ve been awake for 48 hours of white nights in a place called Snow – the woman tells me. Her eyes sparkle.
That’s it, that’s the missing link – i suddenly realize.
I go through my photos once again. Two different latitudes, 7000 Km apart. The hot humid green, the cold dry air, coming together in 2 parallel circles. The polar and the zero. An unrepeatable golden light, in both of them.
The changing life. The promises. The links and everything else i’ve been missing.
How can you think about returning when there’s a whole world to meet? – someone asked.
Because some places keep running in my veins after i leave.