DAY 149

I like history.
I like times of yore.
I like to imagine the lay of the land of the past.
I like to walk in the shoes of the people of then.

It is, I guess, gives me a sense of
what was before me
what was capable
what could be done
what has lived
what has been

A sense that makes me enjoy
What is now
what strides we have made
What more could be done
What is living
and what will be.

This image is of a 400 year old church.
What an exhilarating experience it was
To walk the steps traced by men centuries ago
To crane my neck and view their creativity
To feel in my bones the energy of yore

And then a thought strikes...
What if I had been one of those hands that chiseled the beauteous art on those walls...
That's a nice thought, isn't it?