Snapshot

A badly framed picture by someone who didn't understand just how important this moment was. A very young woman standing in front of the Eiffel Tower. Framed by the half curve of the base, the line of her body, a little self conscious, extends to the line of the tower, which leads up to a wintry Parisian sky, high clouds and cold blue, that you sometimes see in old French paintings. I look at her familiar face, with its sort of quizzical pride. "Look, it's me! I'm in Paris, can you believe that I could ever do this? "Yes", I think, "Yes!", remembering all those sad, low, and confused past times, when I told you over and over, that I knew you could. Just a snapshot.