We are curious by nature and a gate only increases our curiousity...where does the gate lead...what secret is it hiding. A gate beckons us to travel through into the unknown, our imagination is simulated and we must see what lies beyond.
Time is not a portal...it is a moment.
The future is out of sight. The past is blurred...
the past is recall and each memory is dependent and differs.
The past is a mosaic, of shattered pieces that we try to hold together.
The future is our dream but today, now is our golden hour.
Open the gate, look, listen, breathe, love.
~ Author Unknown~
I am joining our wonderful host Mary for Mosaic Monday.