begin at the end
follow the thread
through time
through memory
the twists and turns
the beauty and tears
the sorrow and laughter
follow the thread
until the end
where it all began
to the spark
to the light
to the love
It was Monday, back to the old routine. But it’s not the same, not really. Even as the moments move in familiar ways, the feeling is different.
Using another photo app on my Android, this time Pixlr-o-matic. Kinda spiffy.
