I saw him approaching from afar, walking through the long grass. Lively for his age, hat on, and a friendly hello as he passed.
I couldn’t help but imagine that this was me from the future. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing, that I was him from the past.
In life, many people cross paths without even knowing who they are.
It’s those small gestures that stay with you. A sincere greeting, a smile—an image.
Let them be then, beautiful, brief encounters, always worth more than years of misery.
© E n i s ∞ r
song: The Shock Of Recognition – John Metcalfe
We humans are precious flowers, we bloom only for a short time.
