Time is behind me, scattered into fragments on the ground. In the quiet afternoon, through the rings of growth rings, I hold up those times. I saw the ripples deep in my memory. . . . .
Use light brushstrokes to outline images that are sometimes blurry and sometimes clear. Being able to leave those little moments in words may be a lifetime of happiness.
Please don't blame my clumsy writing, maybe the outline is not satisfactory, because all I can capture is a sentence, an expression, an action, nothing more.
I just want to record the time you and I spent in the quiet afternoon and the flowing time.