A photography instructor in university defined the utility of the camera as
a means of drawing with light.

I like this blur. I hear it is good medicine to let the details go, soften our
focus, loosen our grip on fixed impressions,

exhale …

… inhale.

Be reminded that memory is a distant ocean of slippery details; the fish
are hard to catch. Inclined to separate the waters into “good” and “bad”,
“sweet” and “sour”, eventually we concede, colliding bone-tired, bone-dry.

Oceans are all one : water,water everywhere.

All caught up in traffic with one another, the lights in our heads say;

walk/don’t walk …

stop/go.