The soothing effect of an art garden - walking through its delicate paths reconciles me with life's essentials, with the ability to place things and people into perspective, with no illusions nor evasions.
Being here and now, accepting the distance between us while yearning, longing for it to happen. Knowing you are not here, might well never be, yet not giving up on... well, never mind, never mind.
Ian H. Finlay was so very right: the best gardens are composed of Glooms and Solitudes and not of plants and trees. So is life, so are we. But maybe there is some sort of hopefulness in our hopelessness and loss.
Maybe, maybe.
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