‘…little boy blue and the man in the moon. When ya coming’ home son? I don’t know when. We’ll get together then. You know we’ll have a good time then.’

All we have are snatches, glimpses, a rotoscope of moments. Then it’s gone. All of it.

Capture those waves, smiles and frowns. Cherish the light and the shadow while it’s possible because all that remains after is the long dark.