Being on the verge of leaving — this time, far away and for good — the path that stretches from my home village straight to the Jordan River feels like a runway. As I’m walking along this path, the landscape takes on its own rhythm: at various intervals, I pass two pecan plantations; a lady and her dog; several flocks of cranes; finally, the river; and in the background, as ever, the Golan Heights, changing color from burning orange to dark purple.
During one of my daily walks along this path, I experienced a moment of incredible clarity: the path in length, the heights and the river in width; and the realization that everything that will happen, can, possibly, happen right now.