Days Streaking Past...

..Like a gale or a jet



Dear Leonard.
To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is.
At last to know it.
To love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard.

Always the years between us.
Always the years.
Always the love.
Always the hours.

Virginia Woolf (The Hours)






Odd how fast time flies...
I blink and another year has almost gone by.

New faces
Old faces that are more prominent, and some drifting into the distance.

But they're still there... maybe more like their image remains unfocussed on the sensor of my mind. But everything else is so sharp, is there some technique to bring them back?

I think my life needs a wider depth of field sometimes...