Going through Massachusetts is liking traveling through a pine forest, the trees are blossoming right now and while you can’t see it, you can smell it; and it is one of the dearest scents I know. It brings back French Alps.

New Yourk provincee on the other hand smells of cherries and my childhood. It is that tree that was there in the spring, in full flowers, standing in front of the school. I wonder what the other counties are going to be like.

and that journey brings back other memories, those of journeying, it has been such a long time…when the subcounciousness would say:”ok, that’s it, you havbe done enough” and the mind would rest in peace. i guess i like to travel, though i never travelled because of the travelling…but now