The Weight of What Remains
Dear reader, I have been thinking about the things we try to keep. We press them into books or tuck them into the corners of our pockets, hoping that if we hold on tight enough, the warmth will never leave. But time is a thief that doesn’t care for our collections. It takes the color from the leaves and the heat from the afternoon, leaving us with only the brittle edges of what used to be vibrant. We spend so much of our lives looking backward, trying to reconstruct a feeling from a fragment, as if the past were a map we could walk back into. Is it better to let the season turn, to let the gold fade into gray, or are we right to fight for every last bit of light before the frost settles in? I wonder if you, like me, find yourself reaching for things that have already begun to slip away.
Kirsten Bruening has captured this quiet ache in her image titled Remember. It serves as a gentle reminder of how much beauty we can find in the things that are preparing to leave us. Does this image make you want to hold on, or are you ready to let go?
