From Alethea
The path
Not a list of days. A walk through the four places I keep looking. Woods. Wings. Cities. Faces. Tap a light on the map, or just keep walking down the page.
Woods · A quiet Tuesday
After rain
Sit with itThe woods smell new, like they have been washed and are waiting.
I stood still long enough that a bird decided I was part of the path.
I didn't need a perfect picture. I needed the feeling of staying.
A note I wrote · 1 of 4
Woods · Whenever the light finds me
One tree
Sit with itOne tree holding the whole field. I stop. That is the whole note.
A pause · 2 of 4
Woods · Before I choose a direction
Hills I want to walk into
Sit with itThe land keeps going. I want to go with it.
A pause · 3 of 4
Woods · Now
Still walking
Sit with itI am still walking.
Woods. Wings. Cities. Faces. I keep looking, and the path keeps opening.
Come wander with me.
A pause · 4 of 4
On the ground
Where I actually stood
The four worlds above are feeling. This map is the earth. If I open a place, the pin is the real spot the camera wrote. Tap it, then Take me there, and your phone can walk you to within a metre.
When I open a place, it lands here. The pictures up now are still choosing.
Nothing is sent until I open a place. Home stays home. A waterfall in Wales only lands here if I say so.
Come wander with me.
The path is not finished. I will keep putting lights on the map as I walk.