a matter of time

Six months later at roughly the same place with a little help from an image editor the time line grows taller.


At the end of a spiral line one might find the pure joy of freedom to be a child.


Before stepping from sunlight to the shadowed hole the timing just right to catch the foot before it can fall.


Hidden behind the blank space created when the hole in the darkness opened like a window in the breeze flutters the curtain of hope like a flag shows its colours.