Walking several hundred miles through Spain allows a lot of time for stopping and smelling the roses. It is travel at a pace perfectly suited for observation and reflection, and for discovering the extraordinary within the ordinary. Maybe it also facilitates flights of fancy...

Depleted and dirty, hungry and thirsty after hoofing it 25 miles with my heavy pack, and with night approaching, I spotted this seemingly ceremonial scene outside of a town. The group of streetlamps in the strange green twilight looked like a lunar liturgy, gathered and giving praise just prior to powering up and emulating their goddess: A veneration ritual inadvertently visible to a very select few...indeed I believe they number less than two!