A cloud rolls over the horizon .. As it does, it absorbs the environment below..
That’s what travel is I think.. Clouds rolling through the air, absorbing ..
The same as learning a new language or instrument. As we set out on the journey with our preconceived ideas of what we think we’ll learn..
Then, we actually learn .. We absorb .. What we thought we’d learn is irrelevant as the person whom we were is no longer there, they’ve grown into something else
.. ‘The Quickening’