truism

here is a photo of quiet, from a long lost time together.  there are never any wrongs on a sunset.  and almost never anything the matter on a sunset shore.  i have learned to cast many of the questions to the universe.  and learned never to expect answers.  on the matter of truth, there are multiples. in spite the existential absolutes.  and so, too, on love and the beautiful.  and all the large and the un-graspable.  here is a photo of quiet.  from a summer long enough ago.  long enough to be able to say it was a time so beautiful.  that it was, at its time, true.