Not my usual fare, but something I wrote a few years back. TWO PEOPLE MET ONE NIGHT A man and woman happened to be booked into a hotel in adjoining suites for a gathering. The door that separated their respective dwellings happened to be open, so they exchanged formalities. It was the twilight hour, that moment between departing light and impending darkness; a hesitation when all of existence seems suspended.
Beauty & Truth at a Final Destination
Beauty & Truth at a Final Destination
Beauty & Truth at a Final Destination
Not my usual fare, but something I wrote a few years back. TWO PEOPLE MET ONE NIGHT A man and woman happened to be booked into a hotel in adjoining suites for a gathering. The door that separated their respective dwellings happened to be open, so they exchanged formalities. It was the twilight hour, that moment between departing light and impending darkness; a hesitation when all of existence seems suspended.