I time-travel, allowing moments to re-ignite. Writing a new world, I delve into the sensory zone of by-gone moments.
Under spells of graphite and old slides. Faded photographs and flowers pressed between the pages of books. Summer wine decanted.
The indelible yet elusive aspect of memory adds twist after twist in my newest story.
Collecting, collating sense-memory – the fleet gossamer of time.
A glimpse from long ago – a young self lost in contemplation of the future.
Vague mist and knife-sharp shadows. Pairs of opposites focus the lens.
Pairs of Opposites! What a fine dance!