A place to return to.

There are places we visit to be surprised, and places we return to because we know how they will feel. The second kind can be easy to overlook when every journey is expected to produce something new.

A familiar view offers a different kind of attention. Instead of trying to understand the whole landscape, you begin to notice its small changes: the waterline, the weather, the way a season alters the distance between colors.

Returning becomes a way of measuring time without counting it. A place can hold the memory of who we were the last time we stood there, while asking very little of who we are now.