We wish to leave behind the negatives, open our minds to the new, the innovative: the positives. Around us we see the future being built, as our present. Of course the signs of the past are all there, as if to remind us all that nothing is, ever, unchanging, immutable. Time, they say, is a great healer. Perhaps.
Rather, we see time as the veil that keeps us guessing about the meaning of the present, about what is around the next twist of destiny.
We look at the approaching winter sky: banned be regrets about a past that may never have existed, beyond now. Only the Dead know what it might have been like. We, the still living, can only dream of asking them, or reading the signs…
Photo: Sunset, Santa Catalina Mountains, Arizona, USA, ©2016 Honoré Dupuis
Lighter than feathers the notes of the piano float through the room, as you play, your gaze from time to time turning to me, radiant.
She stood still, as if she was frozen, her huge grey body among grey rocks, one of the most formidable fighters in the whole universe.
