It is springtime in New York. Funny how spring smells the same everywhere. The air is fresh and vibrant but not cold…
I’m in Germany, but I’m not back in Germany. I’m at my parents place, but I’m not at home. I’m back in a world of convenience and comfort but it’s just a quick stopover on my way back to a world of simplicity and minimalism.
Te Araroa — the long pathway — has left a map engraved on my allegorical heart.