Autumn Breaking

Day f i f t y f i v e

Today I asked the pilot if he could stop for a bit and open his window so I could get a jar of clouds. He shook his head sadly and said no because we were on schedule and it is hard to get off schedule. He looked at the camera around my neck and asked if a picture was okay.
Yes. A picture is okay. A picture is better than nothing. When I woke up, it was dark outside.
I think I am finally home.

Day f i f t y f o u r

Sometimes, when I look at my photographs, the lines between reality and non-reality blur completely. Somehow when I look at these ducks, they don't seem real at all. Like paper cut outs floating on rippling blue glass. Swimming. Swimming. And getting nowhere at all.

Day f i f t y t h r e e

My love for you is deeper than the sea. Like delicate tendrils pulsing softly in the waves. Like a heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Making your way slowly across a mirror of the Milky Way. Thump. Thump.
Cassiopeia on your left, Cepheus on your right.

Day f i f t y t w o

Cause you mean the world to me.