Out Theory Continues.....

t's 10:01

A writer sets bedside to his new found beauty amongst the French ineyard. Aside from her he has forgotten all words to say. Disparaged he looks at his hands as if useless, then follows their shadow to the face that lay still sleeping. There in that moment he stops and is caught in the wake of her silent breathing. It plays out like an orchestra, inside a chord strikes and poetry comes like a flood.

It's 10:02

A boy and a girl chase fireflies in an Argentinian plane. Only availing to catching a memory that would become a light to connect them both, while time would separate them inevitably

It's 10:04

A Russian ballerina bows from her greatest moment on stage. A chill shimmers in shock to her body to a shiver, but the Spotlight holds her steady in its warmth. The resounding sound of the ovating crowd lifts her head, and brings the tears. She feels the life of a woman and the dream of a little girl commence as one.

It's 10:05

In a small Pennsylvanian town, A man passing the flower shop girl as he has every day for months, subdues his stammering to strength to say hello. He is rewarded with a smile, he presents a question for a moment of her time smooth enough to be magic. She has always been fond of the humble and quick wit. She can not refuse, and he is found a new man in the eyes of a new friend.

It is 10:06

A man lays on the Grecian coast relishing the time spent in vain, and scribes into the sand; as if could write his life into the earth and let the ocean take it away. He once made great things for a world wide audience, but now he can only conjure thoughts that even the sea birds seem to ignore.

It's 10:09

A elderly woman sits and weaves stories that entertains her granddaughter who cannot understand a word but is in captivation of the lively eyes that shimmer life through the gentle folds of skin, and the smile that wipes away time. Therein, a mentor and student are born through not a sound, but only trust.

It's 10:10

A pianist in an unnamed house on an uncharted isle. Plays the most beautiful sheets of music ever to shape the air, only to never be heard by anyone. There he played til the candles burned out and the sun rose one last time.

These are the things that happened in time's greatest moment. They came but never went, they were remembered in the light that captured them. This is when...