Time goes by. How does it happen? All of a sudden we are on different pages, in different books, on different shelves.... and it's hard to retrace how we get there, sometimes I forget. Then, I open a book that looks a little familiar and a heartwarming memory plays, like an old film on a reel to reel. It doesn't last long, and then the consistent flapping of the end of the film.... slap, slap, slap, is heard.... and the memory is over. Sometimes I wish I didn't end and I didn't come back to the present, out of the darkroom, with the film rolling from scene to scene, like a familiar friend. As a smile creeps across my face, knowing what's going to happen next......