April 2009, Porthcurno to Land’s End, England


It was my first hike alone. I had read too much Virginia Woolf and carried with me a sense of hopeless hope. I dreamed of going to the Atlantic Ocean many times, and while I was awake, I thought of the Life with capital L. What was it that touched her heart? I imagined a dim tunnel repeatedly in sleep and in sleepless. I would cross and reach the land with golden rays. I did reach the south point of England, hiked along the ocean ridge. It was there, like a giant blue jelly in the silence of morning.