Lost Journals

Aislyn loved nights like this. There seems to be infinite possibilities. The chill of winter was gone and the tepid wind promised to usher in a glorious summer. Although Aislyn knew this feeling was fleeting at best, but tonight she had life by the tail--or rather tucked under her arm like a purring kitty.

Short auburn locks flew about her placid face as she watched the wind ripple the water casting the streetlamps' light in a million directions. She thought of the camera tucked in her satchel, but a photo on this night would never convey her bliss. Instead she captured the shadows cast by sculptures and the outlines of couples finding a quiet moment in the twilight.

Photo: RyanXR1