The thing about darkness is, it brings everything closer. Distances are compressed. When your eyes are open in the pitch black of night, you can almost feel it touching your eyelashes. Kilometers become millimeters, that mountain over there a painted backdrop. Each night here in Halsnoy, when I blow out the last candle, my room covers me like a velvet blanket.
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A year ago today, I was making my way from Buenos Aires to Misiones in Argentina. It was the beginning of three weeks on the road. Yesterday I mentioned this to the friend I road-tripped with, and he said,
I can’t believe you KNOW that.
I often think about what I was doing exactly one year ago. Especially if it was the start of something big, or a transition.
I relish thinking, wow, one year ago I was doing this or that, I was here or there! The list of all that has happened in the last 365 days then flashes through my mind and I’m always in awe at how much can happen in a year.
And the changes.
Then I think, I wonder where I’ll be next year at this time…
the possibilities are huge…
That is why I look back. It makes me turn around again, and face forward with eager optimism.
I left Buenos Aires on a late-night bus and arrived in San Ignacio early the next day.
My instructions to where I would be sleeping were:
3 blocks on main road
left on dirt road
small red sign on pine tree: Pisa Alquiler, 50 m
5 blocks til paved road
you’ll see it
It creates colorful, reflective eye-candy,
A bunch of bling-bling on the windows.
It turns the sky all shades of purple, blue and brown
You see it reflected at your feet,
the direction you turn to shelter your head…
Because it spits in your face
and wets your pants,
it makes odd odors surface
from old winter coats.
It finds the holes in your boots
and quickens your step,
postpones the spring skirt,
sends a chill up your back.
It is lovely,
if only for that nearing break in the clouds
where the sun will re-appear
while the rain still falls.
I’ll miss this apartment. Aside from its lacking an elevator, it’s perfect and cozy.
I wonder what my windows in Buenos Aires will show me.
Four more days + a 20-hour voyage and I’ll find out.