It has been years, maybe even decades, but I can still remember the air that night.

The night when we first met.  When we were still young and wild.  I remember magnolias hanging thick in the air- a cool winter’s eve.  And I remember the night of our honeymoon- the musty bed and breakfast and the fresh lake breezes.  And I remember last weekend- drinking wine and watching the bats- the first hint of fall on the breeze.

The faces fade.  Vision is lost to swirling currents of time and forgetfulness.  But I remember the air that night.

Lucas James is a fine art photographer based in Manchester, NH.