Leafing over our annual Photobook my youngest came upon a collage of shots from the 20 years Mom Torres and I have courted. Surprised, she stopped at the image of a blonde hottie being embraced by a guy that sort of looks like me but with more hair. She looked up at me and seriously inquired who she was. When I answered
Thought Bubble
Perhaps we are just like bubble free-flowing in space. Fragile and without specific purpose.
Still…perfectly created in nature during a transitory existence.
Decoding
