Past Squares, Our Big Day

An anniversary is a time to celebrate the joys of today,
the memories of yesterday, and the hopes of tomorrow.

(For the most part, this quote is by “Unknown”)
(However, I did find one site that attributes it to S.J. Perelman.)
Captured on this day, 35 years ago.

This photo has never been featured in any of Becky’s Squares.

(But it is now.)

–⋅ o ♥ o ⋅–

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,   

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:   

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,   

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries   

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,   

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose   

from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Pablo Neruda – ONE HUNDRED LOVE SONNETS: XVII
I can hardly believe that 1986 is now 35 years in the past.

–⋅ o ♥ o ⋅–

This is my next entry in Becky’s October Squares Photo Challenge – Past Squares.

You too can join the fun.

If you’re interested in learning a little about our life together,

five years ago, I wrote A Snapshot of Thirty Years.

Author: Clare

Ever-expanding one star at a time, my cosmos is a galaxy of thoughts and creativity where you can find poetry, short stories, photography and so much more.

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