What does a circle mean? Or a square, perhaps a triangle? Maybe nothing. Maybe the heart opening to infinity.

I’ve learned to look up. Here in Ghent, this is what I often see:

Or this:

Stepped gables. I don’t know the history or geography. When I visited Amsterdam two weeks ago, I saw no steps:

I love the symbolism. Symbol of what, you ask? Whatever comes to me may not be what comes to you. And that’s the way it should be.

I think of the climb. Ten steps is easy. Two hundred and the breath is gaspy, the heart throbbing.

Close to the top, there’s an “almost” feeling – something about to be revealed. Leaning forward into the future that’s about to explode inside me.

And then … the vista! Eyes widening into the surrounding sight and sound. Astonishment at the wideness of life.

Standing at the top, gazing into the unknown – “what I don’t know that I don’t know”.

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