of leave takings in retrospect
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the earth ain't flat. every road really is curved. & beginning-middle-and-end are arbitrary, if convenient, destinations.
It has been over a decade since I first went to
That photograph's definition is muddy tho.
No contrast.... not the way to start.
There's always the next year: the day I looked forward to showing Jeff my photos. I was to meet him at Lester B Pearson International. at . I have a picture of him too (he was with me a month here, a few weeks there, as I wandered). In this particular shot he's grinning at me with the honey eyes of new love--his smile shining thru the foliage of a
"Me & the chameleon," he mouths as I push the shutter button on my Richo.
More context to set the story rolling.
& me… I'm not one to mislead: I don't giggle often.
Which leaves Michael.
at least for me, at that age, a man would always mark an an opening
& Micheal was an opening, even tho I have no picture. somewhere in medias res. In the middle of the story words do for images.
Where I'm starting, Michael and I are definitely not a "we", and my first departure will be a re-turning... back home to Saskatchewan.
the middle of no-where... where Michael isn't. & me wishing he were... sort of
After all, the moment of entry is almost always a moment of departure. I might as well start with the doors I was vainly trying to leave open as I walked out on friends & family....