From a Vantage Point | Photos Post #209

The solitude was enriching. Moments connected into a catalog of thoughts that wouldn’t grow where the confines of domesticity prevailed.

While writing each character in the words of songs, or poem-like forms, even the final prose that gathered around the fragments of memories - a realization became crystal again where the monotony of common routine would have calcified instead.

Forgotten views were restored by fresh cool waters and air that never knew what happened in the days between.