Mornings spent in the cold waiting for the sun to rise, Mornings when the surrounding calm was interrupted by the installation of the tripod, Days when, for many hours, kilometres and landscapes passed by from the passenger window, Fleeting stops, sometimes long,
The trip lasted only a few days, a few months ago; however, it is today, as I remember it, and thus prolonging it beyond the moment, that I feel I can truly appreciate it for what it was.
