I can still feel the early busy life of the train station hall...and then, the landscapes, unexpected...
Being so far from home brings such a special state of mind..
But I know I have to be there...Like an appointment...Maybe to find answers....or not...
At least to be in the condition of being able to stand back, and to think...and to consider things under a totally new point of view...
What will I find?
The coming out of the station is like a chock...a feeling to be lost, distraught..not knowing whereto start...Not knowing 'how' to start....How am I going to 'meet' the city, its 'heart', its beauties and its pains?....
...Relieved from the burden of my luggage, I suddenly feel as light as a bird...Almost 'gliding' and 'flying' in the streets.....eager, loving, peaceful and free...
Drinking the colors, the smells, the movements of the crowd, the life...
The perfectly aligned streets...Saying so much to me...and the buildings of red brick walls, leaving a unique print in the mind, a feeling that belongs to 'there'...
I know I'd need more time...
....First evening...at the 'Ulster Hall'...
Maybe there could have been no better way to meet the town..
The magnificence of the place...The organ, throning, majestically on the stage, as if a sacred rite was imminent..
And the almost 'religious' resounding pure voice of the opéra singer...Lifting you higher, for a moment..to a transcendental felicity...
....The pubs....
....grasping you in their arms...Wrapped in the warm, musical, joyful, singing accents..The proximity of the 'whatever' possible...
The dizziness that catches you there doesn't leave you...Growing the thirst bigger...
The thick, dark bitter taste on the tongue...Awakening a blissfull and guilty pleasure...
But yet...the freshness of a new day carries you out again..elsewhere...Still wandering....Still wondering....
Questionning the silent walls, the ghostly mountains in the distance, the faces that I cross...
The 26th is my birthday...here, in Belfast...Strange....And...strangely (and abnormally?) happy with my solitude....
The mind, elevated...
The body, freed..
And not wanting to let this feeling go...
These...
Golden dust and dreams...
Over the Himalayas (October 2016)
Over the Himalayas (October 2016) - “Sunlight streamed through grumbling storm clouds that played like tiger kittens around the mountain ridges.” ― Jane Wilson-Howarth, A Glimpse of Eternal Snows: A Journey of Love and Loss in the Himalayas
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