It's all coming back

To me now. The passing, the motion, the memory, I recall.

Granny by roadside. One wonders what's she doing. A soot darkened pot on one hand, with her gazed locked onto an imaginery subject beside her. And the items on the wooden table infront. Can u link them all?

On another side of the town, a grandpa poured himself some water using yet another soot darkened kettle.

If u peel away the cloak, u will see the truth. That's through my eyes... But what did u see?

A resonance in time, all seems so familiar, yet so strange. What appears to be incongruent initially, falls into place. The picture becomes complete- a piece here, another missing clue there and all is clear.

Jeff does not live to capture this moment. He is only trying to live beyond time. He sees no boundary, he sees no color. All is but transient passing...He has seen this day coming... tis only a matter of time to tell all that is worthy.

For now, only wait...