After all this traveling, I am finally standing still. My body clock and eyes adjust to the changes in time and light, and I am caught again in linguistic shifts. As I familiarize myself with the familiar, I realize that standing still is only momentary. Even in stillness, one can move forward.
Jo
120910
*Taken at the Getty Museum, with the sound of U2's Running to Stand Still in my head.
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