A few things Ive seen have made me stop ,not think ….just take it in.
Like breathing life.I almost always find myself alone at such odd moments. Perhaps they only seem minutes when they are actually seconds. Perhaps they only seem hours when they are simply Suspended Moments in Time Suspended in Transit .
Like in Sistine Chapel I walked into the very middle and looked up I swear a circle of people moved away and I was there under the artwork sucking it in all for 10 seconds. Think its the only time I cried without realizing I was.
Such times draw me in a strange way.
It happened in Istanbul when I climbed this bluff above the café to find a ruined Roman fort No one else came because it was so hot. So there I was in a Roman Guard house on top of a 800 foot cliff overlooking the Bosporus Straits ,the Black Sea, Bulgaria ,Romania ,Crimea, Russia ... Turned around and here was a black fig tree and olive tree So I picked one of each and had lunch. With the wild wind from Samarkand and the Northern Silk Roads blowing so hard I had to squint. I dont even like figs.
These moments will be lost in time. Some things transcend who we are for what we are.
Such moments in Transit make me ache with humanity. And I become Suspended in Transit
