Tethered

Waiting for the laundry to dry kept me tethered to the moments. Those last few moments spent with family; the moments that are easy for me to miss while I wonder if we should leave now to miss traffic.

In these moments the entire trip resolved and I was free just to watch and be. These were borrowed moments lent by the dryer, and so just being together was better than being apart. Guitar chords washed over conversations like waves over the sand making words less important and taking them out to sea.

Toy trains ran careless loops around the tracks and drove through tunnels that hid plastic monsters. Shrieks of the engineer and giggles from the monster mixed with the guitar chords and tumbled to the watery horizon.

The camera clicks and flashes trying to scoop up each wave. There is a sad beauty knowing that I can only capture a few and must let the others ride out to the sky. Around the sunset horizon the images between the flash's harsh light take on golden glow and a new life. They sing back to us on the shore as we drive home through the snow.