It was taken many years ago
At first it seems to be a little me :
blended with warm light and shadows,
reflecting my silhouette
then, as you scan
it, you can see the moment is no longer ordinary, a thing that is like a flame of a wish being caught in the moment
and, in the center, on a cold stone counter
what ought to be a celebration, a special wish, a birthday cake.
In the frame there is a kitchen, and beyond that, is a cozy home, in which a child is collecting memories, experiencing an evolving.
(The photograph was taken
the day after I dreamt for the last time as a two year-old.
I am in my ***** fit, immersed in the moment completely, just above the cake I made, within my mother’s beaming heart.
It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how present in the moment I am:
the effect of memory on time is a distortion.
but if you look long enough
eventually
you will see me.)
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 2:11 PM UTC
It was taken many years ago
At first it seems to be a little me :
blended with warm light and shadows,
reflecting my silhouette
then, as you scan
it, you can see the moment is no longer ordinary, a thing that is like a flame of a wish being caught in the moment
and, in the center, on a cold stone counter
what ought to be a celebration, a special wish, a birthday cake.
In the frame there is a kitchen, and beyond that, is a cozy home, in which a child is collecting memories, experiencing an evolving.
(The photograph was taken
the day after I dreamt for the last time as a two year-old.
I am in my ***** fit, immersed in the moment completely, just above the cake I made, within my mother’s beaming heart.
It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how present in the moment I am:
the effect of memory on time is a distortion.
but if you look long enough
eventually
you will see me.)