Tiny glimpses into the present. Frozen in time, with all its imperfection. Beautiful in its ugliness because of its transience. A window into days long gone. Some day, but not this day.
Today it’s exactly what happens. Exactly how it looks. Exactly how I saw it, recorded it. A pictures needs no words, we all know that. It tells a story that’s only as long as you look at it. However long that may be. Look at it for a second and see a sentence. Look at it for an hour and a book slowely unfolds.
And looking I did. At these tiny fleeting moments.