He was slowly beginning to slip out of sight. His days in the sun had become memories and he found himself receding into a kind of obscurity. He’d become a grey ghost standing on the sidelines of life. It was not an easy place to be, yet he felt a certain sense of freedom and peace about it – nothing more to prove or to compete with.
Funny how, without any invitation, certain memories just pop into your mind. The other day it was the case with “Ronny.” I knew him well. The normal thing for him was to be out of the normal. I admired that until I saw his aggressiveness towards the world going beyond the bounds. I knew then something was locked up inside of him. Tragically, “Ronny” never lived a full life. He turned his aggression onto himself. To this day the haunting questions yearn to be answered.
” Like dried up and hard pathways in a human brain, no longer in use, but carrying within them distant memories of Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn.”
I took this shot on the same walk I described in the previous post.