faded

The photo is faded, wrinkled and starting to curl at the corners. Years ago the colours would have been bright, as vibrant as the people it displayed. Now they’ve become strained, less than they were. The people in the old snapshot would be so old now, old and wrinkled and maybe a bit faded like their photo. But in that photo the two gave off such life. If they were faded now, once they had been alive. So alive, in that moment somehow captured candidly. They sit in the bough of a boat, he with his arm around her. She is laughing, eyes glinting with some secret. He is smiling a secret smile, warm and affectionate.

The picture was found slipped between the pages of an old paperback novel about the sea, as if used for a bookmark. It was almost carelessly stuck in place for years and years until someone found it at a book shop somewhere. The passage marked by the photo read,

Sometimes the waves are violent, thrashing with all the passion of the ocean against this simple wooden hull. I wonder how we have survived the storms time and again against the fierce gales, the frigid waters sloshing over the sides, saltwater in our eyes and in our mouths. But the terror of the sea storms, thunder rolling and walls of water closing in on each side... this is nothing compared to the way the sea rocks the boat gently in a lull. Clear skies, cotton clouds, great blue ocean stretched out before us for miles. The breeze whispers to us during the day, caressing our faces still red from salt and rain. At night the waves hush a lullaby to us, calm and steady against the battered hull. None who find the sea forget her. And every time I reach a shore and hear the waves, the call of the gull, my own heart beats a little faster. I feel it running through my very skin, and I long to return. I know this. I know you. I am yours, always.

The words are underlined in pencil, faded like the photo. But the words remain the same. The colours are no longer as vibrant as they once were, but the moment remains the same, eternal on the bough of a boat somewhere. (I know this. I know you. I am yours, always.)

(June 28th 2009. Prompt: faded.)