The fog flows down over the hills—morning or afternoon, I do not recall. But it felt like the spirits of the forest were rising, the colors were changing, and the air felt thicker. And there you see it: a farming cart abandoned in the field. With no more animals to pull it forward, it stands still. It hasn’t moved in a long time, sinking into the ground, as the rainy days have painted it brown. If it had a soul, would it still be waiting for someone to care for it? Appennino Mountains, Italy, 2025.