...just arrived from The Nile.

I was raised with the sun today.
It was an horizon made with light, being the same and familiar...
It was the lacking sound of such a rise that kept my eyes open.
And it happens everyday.
Its so rare when you go through it while not thinking of how it sets.
You actually avoid those moments that are forever.
The darkness that is not anymore in this night, the silence that breaks no more these days.
Almost incomprehensible vibrating pulses around an imaginary line that you choose to put where you want, along this eternal change, that you can only live bits.
Starting to wonder how can imaginary lines go together:
Realising that it happens all the time just not always in the same place.