I rediscovered a long since retired laptop. On its desktop I found this scan of a photograph that I took on my very first trip.
What car was I driving? Was anyone with me? I do not remember. But what I do remember is seeing the yellow blossoms on the roadside. I stopped. I took this picture. On film. I loved it.
And somehow I forgot about it.
Here it is again and it brings back memories. Memories of someone who is long gone, and a world that is long gone. Time molded them into me and the present. I remember how curious I was about all the places and all the people waiting for me in the future … Well, I have been to these places and I had the great pleasure to meet all these people.
Writing this feels like leaving a message for myself, to be rediscovered many years from now.
I am still curious: Who is waiting now? What places? Who will I be?