In Color

         I look over the landscape of moments, moments captured in time. Places that seem much too exhausted now to even begin to tell of all that's happened there; still I wonder. I wonder about this old town that simply refuses to quit (in spite of whether it wants to or not). I feel the exhaustion in the buildings, in the landmarks present, and I dare begin to question this place. "What must they have been like? What activity and life has happened there over the years?", curious and questioning the drab and dull little town I'm passing through. I look upon the aged buildings and street signs the same way a child with a new toy may, though not to play but learn. I would drive down the old road through town, the worn and ever so lumpy little uneven road. I reflect on the mural of a Bible verse and old picture painted on the side of some building time seems to have forgotten, all while flashes of memories in past visits through begin to arrive and leave just as quickly to my mind while I drive through.

        I reflect once more on visits through in past years, think on the quiet little town that most seem to pay little attention to (even me at times), and begin to dwell a bit on the two part question, "Could it be revived again; should it?", while continuing on through. In my thoughts I travel the city side streets (few as they are), hand-painted street signs and all; still, it's not enough. It's not enough to keep the old town from being overlooked, not enough to call to the busy and rushed world around, issuing forth rest in it's easier pace; maybe it's best to let the sleepy town rest. Here, in the faded colors and tattered structures heavy laden by time's demanding hand I pass through, I consider the old town again, wondering what it must have been like in it's beginnings in color.

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