i'm standing at the river's edge, looking out upon an afternoon filled with infinite possibility.
the sounds of the water laps against the granite pieces; crystalline peals with the reflected echoes of rocks close together. the ferries pull into the docks, and churn the waters with massive engines.
just out of the periphery, sunbathers absorb dappled sunlight upon the expanse of their skin. a woman shifts and places her right forearm across her eyes; the palm of her hand cupped slightly and facing upwards towards the wide blue sky.
behind me is everything that ever happened, and in front of me, everything that will yet be. being at the focal point of memory at times feels like a sunny afternoon on an island somewhere in the world.
i am closing my eyes gently, and taking it all in.