Musings: An Intimate Story by LJ Frank

Credit: Nathan Frank, Photographer

An intimate story is a like a soft breeze through an open window or door and in other moments it whispers and whistles through the cracks and crevices in the moment of a passionate free thought whether eyes are closed or open; each second of each minute and each minute of each hour a story absorbs and expresses either a prelude, an apogee or coda to the meaning of the day.

 Whether enclosed in a space within the architecture selected from my own accord or not, or berthed in some misty harbor lost in a dream or traveling across the threshold of an entrance or exit, the immediacy of my perceived reality is upon me; if I’m not careful I may find I am living as a participant in someone else’s tale, the question then is perhaps whether I will exemplify an existence other than my potential own; still all stories overlap on some stage of life with an empathic hope that the textures of comity, humanity and openness are shared.  

 Each word I hear and understand or read reveals a depth or shallowness and may cause a smile or tear as I envision what is worth translating and archiving in my brain; and…my thoughts become my body’s foremost healer as the story winds down at dusk only to be revived in the middle of the night, for an encouraging idea inspires a worthy plot and the development of character in the otherwise existential comedic drama of life in which I find myself.