Day Eight
So how do I get there?
Getting there is the significant part. So be sure to look at the trees, spindle fingers reaching out and up, take note of the anthills (here, here, over behind the thistle) scattered in the woodchips. Watch the people more than your feet – you’ll have the latter forever, and the former will be gone when you turn your head. See only in colors for a while, or feel the wind caressing the pores of your arm. Exhilarate in the mutability of the surroundings.
But as to how you get there, well, where are you going?