Triumphant Return!

The cracked glass of the store window echoed memories, radiated them, reverberated them off stonework and down into the stagnant almost river beside me. I had walked slowly, slowly past empty shopfronts and rage-stickered streetlights to stand here and trace the winding lines with my gaze.

Aspects of a shifting tree were framed in the connected shards. It’s branches reached across the cracks, curled around them possessively, as if about to pull them from the window frame. I have come to this place for weeks, stood and watched for hours but still, silent, the glass stays and the tree sways.