And every other step up the mountain is a step gone away from the past.

For all the steps I’ve walked and left behind me, all history will last.

We take a moment to reflect the times we miss – or do we?

Perhaps we like the covers more – like clouds and other thoughts – so the memories don’t come crawling back onto the surface of the present time.

All that we have lived; all people we crossed paths with, left marks and memories into our minds.

It is the good as much as the evil that will be there forever; it is there before we lived; it will be there when we are long gone.

We are of no influence – just a little piece as glue.

Holding moments together to produce the time, that we live in, that we walk through – that we won’t ever understand.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2021