A Snapshot of Springtime

Sometimes it’s the flowers on a fine and breezy spring

Day; sometimes a blossoming tree. For me at least, it

could be a waggy-tailed puppy, or better yet a child at

Play which brings a smile. I am taken with the simplicity

And necessity of play, and to curiosity—the wonderment

And thrill of skipping rope and merry-go-rounds. Perhaps

There is still this longing for the perfect place in time, the

Need to reunite with the carefree child we long ago used

To be. It becomes more prevalent as we grow old, wanting

Again to feel that emotional energy for life which has over

Time diminished with our burgeoning days of wrinkled gray.

Years ago, I was in a park on a bright and sunny spring day.

I had my camera in hand while watching children at play. A

Gleeful young girl of eight or nine years old, I’d say, came

Over to me smiling. She was the first to speak, asking me,

“Take my picture, please.” (This was in the days where it

Could take days before any results could be seen.) “Take my

Picture, please.” We both knew that she would never get to

See the picture I took of her giggling giddily as she did. What’s

More, I could tell that it didn’t seem to concern her in the least.

“Take my picture, please,” spoke clearly to me as could be.

Years latter, that image is still imprinted vividly in my mind—

The sweetest vision of springtime and the boundless beauty

Of youth. “Take my picture, please. As I was then, held now

In this photograph, I’ll forever be…Remember me.”

Chris Hanch 4-9-17