Sigh

And the memories flood back... And the feelings flood back... And the fears and desires and agitations and inspirations...Living in the past... Two shadows converge in the woods of dreams made and broken... The sun on the horizon... But is it rising or falling... I cannot tell...The sun on the horizon... A photograph to look at. To remember. To understand. To laugh about, cherish, and like all good memories, to keep stored and go about with our lives. Nothing needs to be done, nothing needs to be said.