Today's Drivel

Ambiguous Moment

Does it have to mean something? The truth is, neither I nor the others can really believe this has arrived: the half-remembered self, the glance of the light on every acute aspect of this long-forgotten memory. This is our untied knot: the pale, dying brightness that dilutes the afternoon landscape into a monochromatic, ambiguous photo. Neither the gray hills nor the blue sky relieve it, neither the blue nor the gray.