Spring in a Caribbean country like Venezuela is certainly different from what you are used to in your home country. Here, one week the winds are freezing (we understand by ‘cold’, 20 degrees Celsius, with a wind chill of 17) and the next, the rain brings humidity and suddenly the days and nights are the same length... That brings several effects, but for me one of the most beautiful that can be seen, is how the colours are seen in everything... From the grey buildings with unremarkable architecture to the most ordinary home garden. Everything looks beautiful, as if there was an editing enhancement on a video or photograph.
It may seem ordinary but to the beauty-loving eye these are beautiful months. April is that month where there is a clear transition between the most beautiful sunny days of the year, and the hottest and most humid nights. It is not like in the summer, where the sun practically never hides; but rather those places that you have visited two billion times before, suddenly stop (they force you to pay attention to them) and you can do something that is not very common these days: stop to contemplate...
So this post was born. All the places that you are seeing are places of common passage from monday to saturday every week of my life. There is not much difference between these calls and landscapes. However, when the direction of the sun's rays provides a new perspective, it's like seeing the sea for the first time. Hypnotic, captivating, fascinating. I have walked the streets that connect the bus stop to the bus stop near my house, and I have taken pictures of those moments. I don't quite know how to describe it but the feeling of having managed to capture something, which to my eyes is remarkable and beautiful, gives me more satisfaction than many things I do in the pursuit of being ‘useful’.
If there is a human way of explaining where the human search for meaning comes from, it is undoubtedly to do with the magic that only the perspective of the road travelled has for those minds that need it. Perhaps for that very reason, you could place 20 people in a breathtaking location, such as a dreamy landscape or a relaxing place, and you would get from them 20 different and unique forms of observation and wonder. I don't want to sound overbearing or arrogant. I am just trying to explain what my soul feels after a walk, alone, in springtime and with an eye for detail; for change...
We took away the independence of certain animals, including kittens. I wouldn't say the same as dogs, but I wouldn't go so far as to say that they are totally autonomous, as they are supposed to be..... In this sense, these short walks from the bus stop to my house, no more than 5 blocks, have also brought me across a mother cat and her kittens.... In a way, I am witnessing the growth and development of these beautiful animals. And it's difficult to empathise with this cat mummy... After all, spring also brings new life, freshness. Not only leaves and bright colours, but also hope. That, which is a constant longing of everyone I know, including you...
