27 years ago...

...I was 1 year old. I lived with my parents, we had an orchard in full bloom and a wild puppy, and my mother's parents were still alive.

This is me with my grandfather. Alas, I have no memories of him.

Now, 27 years later, I've turned 28. Nothing is what it used to be, but it never is. Every second of our lives only shows itself once, then disappears forever. Some we remember, sometimes even without knowing it, only to show itself when you least expect it.

I had a shower this morning, closed my eyes, and saw things I thought I didn't remember.

And it's been a while since I stared at the stars.
Noah and the Whale, Our Window (2009)