Four in the morning.
Humid air, thick and sluggish with summer heat. Skin prickling unpleasantly beneath cloying blue silk. Temporarily alone.
Dust catching on damp fingertips, a flick of wrist. Black and white images leafed through one after the other.
Eyes intent; absorbing, memorising shape and contour, light and shade. Scenes of life caught through shutters and lenses. All access pass to the workings of a mind.
Still a puzzle, can’t quite figure it out. Lips stretch in a half smile unconsciously, wryly. This puzzle need not require solving.
Folio shut, initials on cover traced slowly over and over.