Valentine's Day
Today, in class, I fell in love with somebody else's youth. With faded photographs from the sixties that remind me of my parents. Beaded headbands and long-haired people that sit in the sunny landscapes of over-exposed memories. I fell head first for film photography and the idea of weight and process. Maybe, someday, this year will be a memory, and I will actually treasure it. How I wish I could be enchanted with each pearly minute of today. It happens, sometimes, in the summer.