Everyone is looking up, looking through lenses at towers and monuments. Snapping images, getting a record. I was here. I saw it too! I saw it just like you. I am alive and here too.
But I’m tired of looking up, exhausted by grand symbols ,events, and crowds, so I look down, and discover the gorgeous Paris streets. These warm, worn stones have supported millions feet stepping through time. The same stones have supported the rich and the poor alike. Absorbing history, holding in its heat by day and breathing it out at night.
The softer mortar has receded around the cobbled stones making them stand out, separated by time. They are well worn, uneven under sole yet making a deep impression on the soul.
Jun 10, 2017