Friday, April 20, 2012

light

...from this morning.  A soft place before the day began that is a pleasure to revisit.  

I like the idea of time travel and sometimes when I think about it, I can almost figure out how it works --even if I can't manage to explain it.  Music and photographs, food and smells too, are the closest things I can name that approximate it.   Experience and emotion wrapped in a moment, but the moment passes.  The recovery of an artifact is like opening a package sent from the past, only the pleasure is enhanced by nostalgia for that moment and all the other experiences between it and the now.  Burgundy in oak.

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