Shadowed steps
We talked and laughed about fonts. I am by no means a font-geek. Still, there's something frighteningly fascinating about font fashion.
The sun was high and it was very hot, until the cool breeze came from the south much later and ruffled everything, including the temperature. Blistering summer heat, the unforgiving glare, the blast of white light which made shadows more real than whatever they were attached to. Then again, what is real?
I have been in much danger of brooding these few days. I try not to. Occasionally, the thought that nothing lasts forever hits hard - that one day I may no longer talk to the people I love today, that I may no longer be able to write, that the things I find joy in may no longer exist.
But perhaps that is the true definition of beauty? Moments of joy and love are beautiful because they are only temporary.
Posted by sniffles at March 06, 2002 06:43 PM