Country roads always have that downing effect on me. I don't know what kind of emotions to describe the surging urge to go home every time I look at an image, or walk on one.
There's just this sense of warmth and tangible feeling of serenity that you could actually immerse yourself into.
Passing by old roads and cobbled streets is in itself an unfolding journey towards self realization. Of course, besides the notion of you're just passing through, philosophizing things is unavoidable for a self-confessed and incurable romanticist like me.
The beauty of walking at country roads lies on its power to usher you into thinking that a journey--in some other place and in some other time--always leads to home.
And that, apart from the journey itself, is the greatest reason to continue walking and getting on with it.
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