Spring days and winter winds chasing after one another, scorching sun and freezing moons locked in an endless dance shifting, turning, ever-changing, as this chaos of present days slowly evolves into ashes of past. And yet.. and yet I find myself chasing, running, down long lost corridors, trying to trap for just a moment, this fleeting feeling, of days past, days gone, where you and I, my dear friends, we lived, we laughed, we loved, in long summer shades, in dark winter days, like the scattered pieces left behind a broken glass, are we not now all so distant, so alone? Uncertain first flight, bound to be the last, is there a bigger cross to bear than all these long lost pictures, slowly fading year after year?