The Light from the Window was Falling on your Face

John Peter Askew

2002

 

It was Sunday afternoon. We were sitting in the back of the number 180 bus going to Winlanow Palace. It was a bright day and the light from the window was falling on your face. You smiled at me. For a fleeting moment, through the particular and unrepeatable pattern of light, your gesture and our intimacy I glimpsed a moment of eternity.

Even though you loved photography you never let me take your photograph. Not even once. I guess you already knew that you would break my heart and so distrusted a machine that can capture light and return a moment forever.

 

 

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