Watching things grow small and dark pulls back several threads of instances.
A Long evening drive has been my longest thread.
She wore them to welcome the winter,
and to keep her salty eyes warm,
she saw the light of tomorrow,
to blink away yesterday's storm.
It was the flower, which bloomed across the oceans,
then an imprint, warming my yellow pages
became a painting, with the rusty colours
and a thought of life, lasting through ages.
A different approach to the World Issue where random objects did seem connected at some point, things that people do not narrow their eyes to or turn to take a second look. Some of these things could be the source of world's difference. Difference through Connection. Unconnected world is unimaginable. Telephone connects. Stay connected. Get together. Make Change. Or die alone.
Broken Frames add more Memories...

Watching the speed through the window on rail during the journey back home, capturing endless number of running scenes and thoughts. And the speed takes a break and the train halts.