#192-Wings

Leftover relics from our lunch at a small seaside restaurant… She ate them slowly, relishing the delicate flavor. And while eating, began playing – arranging, re-arranging, organizing. I looked on, but my mind was elsewhere. She finished, took a few pictures, we paid, and drove home. Later I saw the pictures and remembered the moments.

Art, while we ate.

Me, drifting in hyperspace.

A picture to capture the past,

And a plateful of empty seashells,

Like butterflies.