On the path, I fell behind, trying to take some photos of the deep woods. I didn’t have my wide angle lens, so that will have to wait, but I had this impulsion, this revelation as I looked ahead, I saw almost everything that I love, my life walking ahead of me. I had this stab of feeling – I thought having lived so long without love, would it be bearable to ever lose it, to have to live without it again? I don’t know. I always tell Maria she will have another chapter, at least one, after I am gone. That is my wish for her, that is what love is about. And she said, well what about you? What if I go first? Will you have another chapter? I don’t know, I said, I am older. I will try. And then I caught up with them.