Running Away from Time

Today, having been caught up in a web of general laziness despite having written some words (and probably some more later, I assume), I decided to backtrack and look at some old photographs.  Not so old, in fact, as they were taken but a few months ago in Japan. But, as with most things, time sometimes seems much longer and people and places much farther away than they really are.

A river runs dry and re-emerges in a brilliant green.

Among the things that catch my attention is when nature returns to its original state.  When the works of man are erased over time, and nature continues on.  Without any regard for what has happened in the world, with no care of what passes for news, and with the rise and eventual fall of all things.

I had a dream last night of someone I hadn't seen in over ten years, maybe longer.  Maybe it was what made me think of these things this morning.