Patiently waiting. A virtue to learn.

Places called home and roots that will always continue to growth. Peace, calm and an open sky. The pass of time through the memories we made. Simplicity and overdoses of joy.

After a well bunch of days of not being able to hit this road back home, today I plan to do it again for the first time in ten months, there are a lot of sentiments and expectations involved in. To feel the motion again, to feel renewed. To hug, to stay present in person. To feel that sense as a motor.

Ways to come back home.

Got this path during everyday we were there - AM coffee.

Some days away from desk tasks, having coffee at bed while writing early thoughts, sleepy mind and slowly motion around. To search, to find, to make. To feel the motion from the inside.

Mind situation as motor of motion while early meetings run aside.

Second night in a row dreaming about past times. This was Paris in 2017, we were walking from L’arc de Triomphe to L’ouvre and around, there was not a defined plan other than get some coffee and croissants, we walked around the points, we got lost, we found our way, there were short periods of rain, the weather I like the most, we got into unknown streets and we discovered new places for us, we sat and got some charge, we continued with our wandering. Picasso and Pompidou were not an option. We saw an atelier from outside, the way some windows can vent full stories. We got into another coffee scene. We were happy and we were present.

A fair way to stay up.

Motion through memories.

On rooted routines saving our minds and other simple and small actions ruling our paths.

4 hours ago this was a reason.

It’s a theme.

6:00 AM while the world is covered by our silence and the darkness is still our bed. Messy heads and sleepy steps.

3WD as near horizon.

Mess of a 2WD of Q close, 6:00 AM.

This thing called whf for the one I’m grateful.

4Q is here and October has just started at 5am, early hours commitment is still a thing over here.

The darkness from outdoors is still covering my vision, my sleepy head is still dreaming awake, my steps are slow but the feeling of a surreal morning impulses my motion. With high expectations, with hopes that never end.

Each room is aligned to a different season, we’re plenty of rooms inside, there is a door for each one. We can count on that segmentation, we can always move to other one. Even internally there is always place for new accommodation.

Constant of motion prevails our fears.

and suddenly almost done with September.

Surfing through these times is a full-time job.

About forgotten places and memories. About the untold story and those silenced phrases.

About the way on how some memories are raised from scratches.

ways to remember and feel it again.

Best surprises come from forgotten film rolls. Life before pandemic situation. Guanajuato, 2019 on portra 400.

The common life, routines around early hours, all surrendered by silence, the sky starts to show the first sings of light, city is not awake yet, we tend to rely on our sleepy heads. Life from early hours filling our deepest desires.

Invoking all emotions retained through all of this path.