Dear Black & White Photo

I hope you are well. I imagine you sitting there, next to the sweet smelling wooden boards of the cedar chest I last saw you in. I hope all is well, and that nothing has compromised your tender composition of a time I wish I could have had or know.

Things in color are less vibrant than you may remember- but do not fear; still I have times where I glow as I did when our timelines first crossed. Often I am thinking of what you are doing and the scent in the woods and bakery in your background. The feel of the sunshine I can not see in your world... or mine; most of the time, you always remind me it was there and so I am to also seek it.

I've recently booked a weekend away. Somewhere I have never been. I made sure to set the plans enough weeks away, so that I can deal with all my impartialities with merely forgetting about the tickets rather than seeing it through. Most likely I will feel slight regret from tomorrow until the days just before I am to leave of the could be skipped weekend- in those times, I will think of you. I will recall how I felt when I first saw you- how beautiful your memory felt to me. How alive I am when I think upon your charming gaze back at me when first I saw you there, in a time I will never know... how you seem to preserve 'happy' so earnestly. I will think of that charm perhaps being there for someone else someday, when perhaps my trip will offer them a glimpse into something 'more' and just out of reach... inspiring the desire for time travel and a moment of shade and a smile meaningful enough to capture for someone else to experience.

Until I see you again,

Now