The day fades away and I am still there on the mountain, wondering what it represents for me all this.
I get lost among unanswered questions and nostalgia, I don’t even know precisely of what, a knot of issues I still cannot give a precise dimension.
But I know I’m there because it is now that I firmly believe to have to be there and as I watch the light fading into the trees, I take with my bag light and heavy at the same time the way home, certain that a stronger call will let me find even in darkness the way.