"Flashpoints of time. . .slipping away"
is the story of our lives, isn't it?
Walking outside yesterday
in the predawn light
and listening to owls calling
across the field to each other
was one of these for me.
My attempts to "capture" their sound was unsuccessful
as my ears could hear them clearly
but my app could not.
I think back to recent "flashpoints"
and realize how unexpectedly they come
and just as quickly vanish into the mists of memory.
Does sharing this with you make this art?
I've not thought of it like that before now.
kastilwell
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