It was picture perfect. Still images floating around in the ether waiting to be plucked by my consciousness one by one. Drawing on memory in an infinite search to find respite from what the days bring so often. It all became over exposed and under developed towards the end, and the last roll never made it out of the negatives. Some things you just have to write off as a lost cause and let go. But it would have been such a beautiful sight had it turned out alright.