Walking the Old City
Do we live in this city or does this city live in us?
Do we grow old in this city or does this city grow old in us?
Do we walk daily those ancient city alleys or were the real alleys of this city long ago engraved eternally into the sinews of our mere existence?
There's a venerable familiarity with each alley curve that perches in my soul;
a familiarity preceding my first encounter with the city;
a familiarity that will outlast my final encounter with life;
a familiarity that will drive my soul to dance eternally in those alleys to the beat of sunrays...and laugh wildly to the echoes of my past giggles.
Photo taken in the Old City of Jerusalem - Jaffa Gate.