A Handful of Sand
-The moment stands still. Or, I want it to. I take a picture, figuratively, of course, but when I open my eyes, the moment is gone. I cannot clearly distinguish the one from the next they blend into the other; the way the wind bends the dancing branches in each moment, the birds shifting their positions against the sky, shadows scattering and being drawn back together. I sketch it, a moment; the shade as it stands to one side, before it diminishes; the leaves on branches, as they stand against the sun; the birds, as they spread their wings against […]