Immediacy

Mexico City Airport. Foreign passport queue. Present, head snapping from side to side, locked into everything.

New surrounds, feeling lost, being here, now.

Seeing happens with all the senses. Break from the sleepwalking through the achingly familiar.

It needn't be the other side of the world. That's where my creativity has led me for the week, but the next postcode can invoke the same sense of uncertainty. The new.

It takes effort to welcome the right amount of risk. But without it, we see nothing.