Gabriel Alborozo

When so much of the world is new, you want to go slowly... to stop and enjoy everything, hills to roll down, perfect-sized rocks, trees that seem to whisper their thoughts. It's the same when you're much, much older, and every time 'round the seasons seems precious. Yet the folks in the middle (we know who we are) are always rushing, rushing, rushing. Appointments to make, trains to catch, places to be, FAST. That's what makes the bond between old...