We lived in a quiet world once. This photograph was made on the porch of friends, their beautiful red Taos dog sunning just out of the frame. Two of the most contemplative spirits I've ever known. A woman, a man, content, at home, with purpose. With conviction of self, of place, of role.
A couple, content inside the years of their belonging. Flagstones beneath their feet, warm to the touch of sunlight on their soles just minutes before the shadows fell. She framed in the sunlight still, he in the shadow, save for both their feet, in the warmth of that self-same sun. I've not seen nor heard from them in years. Nor they me. Our spirits, as writers, as polymaths, as artists shifted one too many times yet theirs' are personalities which upon seeing each other again would begin where we left off on that split sun and shadowed porch on that pitch-perfect day.
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