The Resurgence of Images Began

They were photographs of younger days protected from dust in a shoe box, sense my trepidation opening it; impatience fustrates, anxiety overwhelms, lifting the untaped top is a paradox... have the pictures remained intact? There must been a hundreds of them or less, so dustless and neately packed and held together by a yellow ribbon I bought for a returning soldier who never got to see it wrapped around the maple tree; what made me decide to open it with cautiousness? Did I think that opening it, all memories would flee? To my surprise it turned out to be quite the opposite, as I untied the stiff ribbon, the resurgence of images began: faces with youthful smiles reawakened moments of a lifetime, that ended up into oblivion for reasons I can't explain! Now, they are hanging on the hallway wall painted in green, I've plans to perserve them and display them in a museum to attract and amuse keen visitors with their momentum; I'm glad that I saved them from deterioration and been seen.