Remember

I am a woman who is both of my time, and of the past.

I tend to grow nostalgic.

There is a sweetness in my faded photographs.

Reminders of the best of life.

I bring my camera to the beach.

I don't ever want to forget:

The feel of the wind and how it pushes at the water.
And how the water pushes at the rocks, and then they push onto each other.
And my body pushes into the sand.
And the sand pushes back.