Here's a short film:
How many roads must a man walk down? How many roads did Saint Augustine travel? 42? I didn't keep count but I've seen a lot of roads this year (and probably many more emotional and spiritual ones than physical), I don't think I've been called a man nor become Saint Augustine, but I understand the metaphor now. Travel – the roads, the dirt, the smells, the faces, the light, the sounds – digs into your skin, roughs you up a bit, until you shine out true as can be.