...there was a moment, a split second tangible textured moment when the wind shifted taking me by surprise - you looked at me, head tilted, hand falling gently to your side - in that moment, slow motion moment the fire disappeared from your eyes - hands on the clock stopped moving as if frozen in time - I'm still not ready to say goodbye...
Four years and counting...turning point. February 19, 2012 Fairfield Beach
Beach Fences
Detail Beach Fence
Reflection
© 2012 Trilby Yates
