The sun’s heat is scorching. We walk at a steady pace, completely awed.
We are at the Great Wall of China.
Before we reach the starting point, our guide briefs us about the Wall and its history, and loads us with many interesting nuggets of information. We agree on a time to meet, and proceed on our long walk.
At every turn, the wall winds up and down into the rugged terrain, an off-white line that stretches away into places that the eye cannot see.
We feel humbled. We walk up steps, climb down others, pausing for breath, pausing to take pictures, wondering, only wondering.
We can picture the soldiers at their viewing decks, and the invading armies.
My son and I sit down, as we wait for the others. There is a deep silence. Except from two crows that caw on and off, all is quiet. Our hats give us some semblance of protection as the sun’s hot rays reflect off the stones.
Time seems suspended between history and the future.
The Wall is unchanging, a witness to thousands of years of history, culture and human development. The jet is too busy to stop, it is after all, busy carrying people to appointments and meetings.
The word ‘time’ as I know it seems pointless, as I sit on the Great Wall, knowing that even after we are all gone, this architectural wonder will still remain.