Wandering about the darkness with distracting worries,
the shutter suddenly slipped with a lasting chill and awoke me.
* * *
I often wonder if the shutter really did slip while I was there or if it was purely my imagination.
My memory almost hears the squeak and snap and yet... it was long ago and time has erased the details, as well as the worries of that particular day.
- Diane
