There are moments when one just begins to walk. Maybe there’s been an argument maybe it’s a moment of meditation, it doesn’t really matter; one foot in front of another without a special goal, one begins to walk.
The port at night in Djibouti was a favorite goal during the evenings. The days were always so hot and humid. We’d start walking from the house after dinner and eventually arrive at the little kiosk near the tourist docks, you always ordered a can of cold chocolate milk, I preferred tonic water.
The cool breeze was inviting, sometimes we’d meet a friend or acquaintance, sometimes we’d just sit on the dock and look out at the Indian Ocean, dreaming. Dreaming … we meandered the world in dreams … the catamaran we’d build, the house we’d build in an African village, the books we’d write … dreaming was our trademark as a couple.
One day, I stopped dreaming but you didn’t. You couldn’t stop so you kept on wandering and dreaming by yourself. Now you too have stopped dreaming and you’ve reached your goal. I think you were never lost though, you knew where you were and in the end you called home.
one foot before another
(c) G.s.k. ’14
“Not all those who wander are lost”
J.R.R. Tolkien (The Fellowship of the Ring)
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