#lost summer

[thinkbyfeelings]

these feelings from the past, sometimes come back to me

together with the then noise of the rain

the then smell of the wind

Haruki Murakami

Image: Maria Mandelenaki

[nameofjones]

On a warm day's stroll around Charlotte's Boardwalk I stumbled upon this tableau. I slowed, at first just to avoid stepping in it, and in doing so was able to take in the composition. The pink was so striking, and the splatter was apparent. 

I could see where the cup of a sweet summer treat must have hit the ground after regrettably slipping from someone's fingers. I only assume it was an accident and not thrown down in anger because there was no cup nearby, and I imagine someone who dropped it accidentally would have at least had the decency to pick it up. A scorned lover who was just been broken up with might leave it on the ground I think. Though even a child who might have sent it into the cement may have had a parent right behind them to dispose of it.

I realized I hadn't moved. 

It hadn't been there long enough for the juicier part to evaporate or for a scavenger to nick the strawberry.

Can we talk about that strawberry??

It's this wonderful accent, and an additional regret. Not only the drink is lost (something artificial, blended and whipped and sweetened) but within that milky milieu was the strawberry (natural, and small pop of red against the Pepto-Pink in which it sat). The stark white plastic spoon would totally disrupt the piece if it did not also cradle a remnant of the drink itself.

It's chaotic yet tied together beautifully. Even the hair-like string of what could be blue gum that loops through the puddle adds something to the mix.

All this blasted against the hot concrete, left long enough ago that whoever dropped it was long gone but not so long as to have been disturbed, almost waiting for me to come at the perfect time to capture this little lost bit of summer.

[oceansoulsoftheabyss]

I envy you for you don't have to live with the loss, it doesn't eat at you like it does to me. But then again you are the one who left and I am the one left behind with everything. You get to live your new life with your new him and be happy, I have to be the one still in love with you and constantly thinking about you.

I have to sit with the memories of our lives past while you make new ones, it was only but a month ago when you last said you love me but it was all a lie wasn't it? You had a him you were planning a future with and that him wasn't me.

All those times I looked into your eyes with love and you knew all along that you were just moments away from breaking me. You told me that you hope I get over you soon as you walked away to your new relationship.

How do I get over all that we were?

How do I just pretend none of it ever existed?

You make it look so easy but I guess that's how it is when you are not the one grieving.

[musicmakesyousmart]

Spectroscope - Lost Summer

Attenuation Circuit

2014

[pepperminthillart]

august days by pepperminthillportraits on tumblr