The dust of thirty years hung lifeless in shafts of morning light, the gilding of perfectly prim pages shone incanescent, the shriek of rolling ladders mourned in perennial soliloquy.

Michelle Franklin
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The dust of thirty years hung lifeless in shafts of morning light, the gilding of perfectly prim pages shone incanescent, the shriek of rolling ladders mourned in perennial soliloquy. The dust of thirty years is the record of any significant event in a person’s life. Even when something seems small or unimportant, it can be part of someone’s story. It may seem like the past is fading away; it is, but it still has power over us. When we think about someone who is older than us, we think about the things they did when they were younger, and when we think about ourselves in another 30 years, we can expect to see things that were not possible when we were young.

Source: Tales From Frewyn: Volume 2

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