Still Motion
I was driving the everyday drive, and passing the time by looking at the sky. There was a joy of realising that I was so small, and the sky and beyond so big. Up there, people were flying to work, holidaying, or visiting friends and families in far away lands. I had one of those moments, I mentioned before, where I realised how lucky I was to be alive, and able to appreciate life teeming all around, the expanse of the universe, the miniscule atoms unseen... I was here, now, and though I would some day be gone, I had my place. And I could still make a difference:
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Am I understanding correctly that you write this fresh to match the images? Sorry, a bit slow on the update...it's been a long day and yet I'm not sleeping.
Hi again, Kilroy_60
All my life I've taken photos, and stuck them in a drawer (I'll get some more out soon...) The writing's been done in another time, another place. When I write something here, somehow it seems incomplete without an image... and I look to see what I have that 'feels right'. I haven't scanned in many yet, so like the poems, I'm going to have to dig deeper to keep the flow... :-)
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