Looking to the horizon, standing on both feet as part of this world, staring as far as the eye can see. Years go by, we accumulate different horizons, different ways of seeing… Real and imaginary, horizons overlap outside and within our selves. Is life a succession of multiple horizons that melt into one?
A new year begins like the extension of an existing path. Each relationship formed has its own path. Lines are drawn, we keep on moving.
