History. We move through time swiftly and suddenly, often unaware how little we have left. Our desires to accomplish immorality are always superceded by our slipping pendulum. I love to learn history. It’s nothing more than stories upon stories of people or things that no longer exist; they have gone on in time for so long that now they have no more of it. I close my eyes and ears on a busy thoroughfare and picture history in its place. A quiet place. A street of long dresses and painted signs and hanging gas lamps. A place of carriages and horses and people on foot. Although I have many favorites of past eras, mostly situated around the 1800’s and 1900’s, what I really love the most is good times mixed with beautiful places and wonderful people.
My husband and I went to dance at a 1940’s themed event this last weekend. After the sun set, the sky turn a dreamy hue of gold and the breezes blew you to another place and time. The event was a slow and lovely time of dancing and talking and eating -a special time when people could just “be.” The next day was Monday and our weekend party was already history. My life and time will go on, and as it does the life will flow out of my beautiful things and my beautiful memories. No matter how good a period of life is, time fades and at the end of the night all the electrical lights are switched off. But for one special moment, in the blink of an eye, in the snap of a camera, we live forever.