Late evening walks around a sunny Dublin town.

Making my way past the cobbles of Temple Bar.

It seems to me like the world is slowing to a stop.

A slow and steady decline to a standstill.

It’s that window on a Friday.

Between the close of work.

And the open of the nighttime watering holes.

A look down a corridor.

One of wide staircases.

And smooth walls.

The light pouring in.


And I’m greeted with this scene.

What some think of mundane.

I see as a one time thing.

I see a beautiful but fleeting scene.

I’m content.

For now.

I am Timi