Sometimes, when something big or important is happening, some little part of you maybe has the presence of mind to take a picture. Not a real picture–not “real” in the typical sense, with glossy paper and colors distorted by faulty printers or over-processing–but real. A captured moment. A mental snapshot whose exact image blurs as our perspectives shift, but whose feeling becomes such a piece of us that it is embedded in the timeline of self that we keep tucked away in the quiet places of our hearts.
There were lots of those the year I turned twenty. [Read more…]