Seeking the extraordinary, the phenomenal, nearly unnatural sense of aspirational experiences - we tend to forget that the moments most precious to us can’t ever be literately described, verbally articulated, physically expressed nor captured by modern technology. Also, which puzzles me, those experiences of blissfulness that we have, tend to be associated with some of the most banal and most natural events we are living through - death of a beloved, birth of an unknown and for me, this walk being amazing or maybe just simple and natural in it’s absence of those “extraordinary” events but mostly just being defined by being away from things that aren’t real and out where real things happen.