Maybe

August 21, 2014 (maybe)

- I remember one month ago, when we met, I was thinking about this moment, here in Mongolia. 

- Really? How come thinking about something that hadn't happened?

- Well, not thinking then, just giving some food to my imagination.

- Ah, and what about it?

- You know, I was stepping out of Siberia and into Mongolia soon, feeling, thinking, wondering; how all this happened, how far I was, how tiny and bound to nature I am, and had been without realizing. A small particle in immensity.

- Well take it easy, we are earth, wind, water, fire, what if not? 

-Yes I guess. Sometimes I look into infinity, the vastness of this world, the dept of forests, the speed of rivers, the endless flat lands and the abrupt mountains, the toughness of the unforgiving wind, the gracious birches with their unique white stripes, their branches that seem so fragile and yet stand solid amid the beating of wind, rain, snow and thunder. How on earth? I wonder and can't stop, can't stop wondering. All I said to myself that day was, "I am stepping out just today, or tomorrow (maybe), feeling it's been a lifetime I spent here, feeling I was born, reborn, and on and on." 

The moon was almost full and resting just above Khuvsgul Lake, it seemed as if she wanted to contemplate herself on the lake, and so did a million starts scattered all around the cosmos.

- Do you think we have enough time to make it back?

- What worries you? It's time traveling what we do anyway. Baikal is far this way, and some other way who knows? It's not distance what sets us apart, it's time. We can only be here now, and maybe there then, or maybe just you and me elsewhere.

- But it took us four days to reach this place, and we have just like three to make it back. 

- That's part of the magic, the way here is not the same way out of here. We know it's 700 kms, that's a fact. But we travel in time, maybe we get out in two. 

-  Maybe.

--
Pedro Acevedo.