I wish I could take a photograph that caught the trees blowing in the wind. I wish I could have captured how the air smelled. How the breeze felt against my shoulders. The way the wind flirted with my skin. The trees and their branches were black against the dying sky. The air took them back and forth as if teasing them with dreams of far off places that only the leaves would ever see. Had I taken a photograph, the image would have been blurry. My shutter not able to capture every moment of the transcending time which I was a part of. Film not able to capture the sweet smell of fresh cut grass and the hint of a bonfire. Nor the cool air and the soft sound of rustling leaves.

I wish my five minute drive home had taken an hour. I wanted to absorb everything I saw along the way. I wanted to capture the lights as the went from green, to yellow, to red.As I sat at the light I wished it would never change. My window rolled down. The wisping sound the flag made, and the clatter as the clasp hit the metal pole. The creaking sound of the turn only sign rubbing against the pole on which it was bound. The crinkling of my grocery bag as the wind shook passing threw my window. The feeling of smiling at senses so alive with passion and beauty.

I wished I could have taken a photo that would have captured everything I felt in those moments. Those moments that I would never live again quite the same. The feeling of being in place, and time. The dreamers world come true before my eyes.