It slips through the hands
Other times, other places
To the land of dreams
When I think life can't get anymore complex, I laugh at the notion. So many photos I've wanted to post, but then time slips, slides, sways away. Pulled by the waves, ebb and flow, ebb and flow. And then I find a file of photos I'd taken...and you wonder where it all went since that moment on the beach, lights sparkling over head, laughter and wonderment filling the air. But castles of sand aren't meant to last forever; the scene fades with a warmth, and I'm sailing on...forever looking for that lost horizon...some other time....some other place....
