It’s always been about the journey.
Sometimes I think I’m mad. Throughly and absolutely mad. I’m boiling, soaking, freezing, disheartened, sore, dejected, exhausted.
Then I cycle along a sand bank between a fjord and the Ocean. I climb a sand dune and sit to watch the sun setting over the water. Turning the sky an ever deepening shade of red. The rain in the distance tinted pink and a dart of rainbow points downwards towards the sea.
Then I know that just here and now I am absolutely and exactly in the right place.
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