mundane and minimal

Of the many memories, the ones that seem the most attractive have always been quiet morning moments. Sometimes on the road, or overseas. Early mornings, when people are just not out yet, perhaps light is breaking, any noise is sudden and alarming, where it would have normally been part of a the normal cacaphony. There’s little to consider, but somehow, it’s always easier to absorb and, frankly, to feel in a way that grabs hold. I imagine that this feeling is probably very Bordain ish, though I claim little skill or insight to be near placed in the same catagory.

These memories are there, some what shape shifters, but always just a surface image of a moment. I think printing photos invokes the same feeling. A memory, but perhaps repurposed for a current mood. Not a lot of depth, somewhat cliche, but, locked in.