Photo credit: by Mihail_M_ What was life, is now but driftwood on the shore!
I often imagine the path that one takes that leads them from one to another. Different entirely as life and death, black and white, wrong and right.
What was color has now been desaturated to reflect only shades and the negative space that it occupies. Abstract and beautiful having taken its new shape, securing it for all time.
There is a glow of the sun that sends a trickle of color to give a spark of warmth. Caught by chance through the passing, the clouds drift to grey once more on the shore.
