Photo Essay
Light Moves Upon Us: Tonya Tiday
I
lean back and exhale. Look out from the top of the summit into the vast
distance, drawing in the last bit of warmth provided by the resting
sun. Rays of movement over the skin, face, and my emotions buried
deep in the safe place. Slowly releasing the breath as the sun moves behind
and beyond. Where did the sweet time go of childhood wonder and music
so rich with soul?
The passing of the light moves over us as our seasons of life take
shape. The Young and Old pass and at times, cross. Wonderment.
Questioning. Wishing. Dreaming. Letting Go of what was.
Then the young child that dances freely, giggling at shadows. Now the
young couple that say I Do and hold each other tightly. The Gentleman of
years gone by that ponders and questions the yesterdays.
I draw in my breath and see the images of life. The sun sets. And rest
comes next.
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Cenizo
First Quarter 2017