vsco film 04
A once-tall structure, built one brick at a time, now dwarfed by something a little larger, more solid. What was tall is small; what was new is old; what was large seems tiny as the silhouettes march overhead…
A quiet sunset passes almost unnoticed, fading into the background with a whisper of gold as the party carries on.
I am still reflecting. The picture is not always clear. Sometimes we need not look, but rather interpret, remember, imagine.