Lately I've been noticing a sweet sort of ache when I look at the things around me. I've felt like I'm somehow forgetting or not doing something. At first it was small, barely noticeable. Just something that twinged slightly when the sky was particularly beautiful or when the weather was warm.
And then today it hit me, even though the weather is terrible and everything is ugly wet. I miss photography.
I didn't think I would. And I've been on a sort of mini-hiatus. Not that long, maybe... a handful of months?
But I do nonetheless.
It's almost comforting.
Comforting to know that I was right. It is a part of me.
And then today it hit me, even though the weather is terrible and everything is ugly wet. I miss photography.
I didn't think I would. And I've been on a sort of mini-hiatus. Not that long, maybe... a handful of months?
But I do nonetheless.
It's almost comforting.
Comforting to know that I was right. It is a part of me.
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