The arc of our lives only becomes apparent in later years. Eventually you find enough distance & make out its shape, become aware of an existing curvature. You notice a slight fading of those you love & thought invincible.

The signs at first are barely perceptible, sometimes nothing more than brief flashes in the corner of your eye. Slowly they become self-evident.

I think I’m trying to capture points along this arc, rising or descending, waxing or waning.

Make still what is impossible to stop.