An instance of time, the decisive moment as termed by Cartier-Bresson. It just clicked! An I was fortuitous to have my finger ready.
On a cold winter night, up in the mountains, the old town of Albarracin stands alive flank by its defense wall and tortuous river. Can’t but think of the many battles held in my surroundings.
Just phrasal verbs, only they are much more today.
Moving out: exhausting, melancholic
Moving in: exhausting, excited
Moving on: excruciating, hopeful
Seems to me like navigating an empty canvas knowing there are plenty of boats, rough seas, white sand beaches, paradises, and hopefully an omnipotent lighthouse past the horizon, just don’t see any now.