Friday, October 23, 2026

The sun holds nostalgic promise

Sing to me of your life long ago
mixed media on canvas
20x25cm
Megan Chapman

I am facing the wrong way. I close my eyes and smile as the sun illuminates my face. It beams at me fiercely through the back window of the bus, and no one is enjoying it more.

While waiting for this bus I watched the sun on the walls of a building across the street. The sun holds nostalgic promise, I typed into the notes of my phone. I quickly returned to the warm glowing wall and my dreaming. I was somewhere else then, I was riding in a car through a forest by a river. I was in a different country and I was young.


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