Short Story: The Time We Met

On an old cobblestone snickelway, a mild-mannered woman from the village happily daydreamed as she went about on her way to market.

Often overlooked by passersby, she was a humble and quiet woman of slight stature whose clothes were second-hand, though very well kept. Her gait was graceful, and she carried herself with confidence.

I’d seen her shopping before, filling her wicker basket with produce, sharing a shy smile though never conversation with others present.

Sometime later, while reading a newspaper on a bench aside the street, I observed her walking in my direction, returning home with a stock of food.

Soon, our eyes met and we shared a pleasant smile. She had the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen, and I promptly stood to introduce myself. However, before I could speak, she reached forward towards me with her hand clasped.

I watched as she slowly unfurled her palm, revealing a small analog timepiece and a tattoo, reading; “The best is yet to come”. Nodding in affirmation, and, with time to spare, I grinned while asking if she would allow me the privilege of carrying her groceries home.

That was the first of many days that followed, during which time we spent countless hours together sharing experiences and happiness.

Behind those big green eyes and shy smile resided a strong woman with a courageous soul, and a heart full of love – a kind, gentle spirit.

She was truly one of a kind and it didn’t matter to me that she was mute – oftentimes, the most meaningful exchange between people who care for one another doesn’t require use of words to speak volumes.

© 2021 Phil Perkins


PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.

Poem

A Distant Time

Before I go
I’ll skip a stone
Rings counted in the wake

Look back and smile
Before I go
Reflections on the lake

The time has come
Beyond the fields
My journey starts today

No wish to wait
The time has come
Forthwith and underway…

A house of clouds
Above the hill
Its door propped open wide

I say my prayers
Then cross my heart
Up stairs, to step inside

© 2021 Phil Perkins


PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.

Poem: Water Always Wins

Reflecting to reconcile the passage of time
An artful adaptation before young eyes
I set aside distractions of the digital world
Choosing instead to carry a wooden walking stick and canteen
Traversing what were once elevated peaks
Dense rock now carved into gorges
The jagged, sharp edges refined and smooth underfoot
Warmed in the flow of nature
Water always wins.

© 2021 Phil Perkins

Photography prints available.

Mandala of Time

Intricate Mechanism


Enjoy this unusual mechanical design featuring an intricate mirror image of many vintage time pieces. If you have the time, visit my shops at Society 6 and Pixels for great gifts.

Lessons From The Trail

Don’t Rush


People are always in a hurry. In fact, I would suggest this is more common today than ever. Impatience is a sickness and people can’t wait to be somewhere else – anywhere other than their present location. In many instances, this may be inconsequential. However, patience can be very important in an unfamiliar environment.

Case in point: my Adventure At Paine Creek. During a grueling 7 hour hike on a mountain in near 90-degree temperatures, and without a trail – only my ears to listen for running water through the forest, below – I was struggling to make headway. Frustrated with my pace, constantly having to stop and untangle myself from vines, plants and trees, legs bleeding from cuts…there was a temptation to recklessly plow my way through the foliage – to get out as fast as I could!

But, understanding that such behavior would increase the likelihood of injury, I chose instead to remind myself to slow down and exercise caution. As it turned out, doing so provided me with an opportunity on two occasions to observe high rock ledges hidden behind bushes – use your time wisely.

Time Together

Inspired by the writing of a friend: poem of husband & wife over time –


It seemed like magic when we met
Emotions we would share
On the table was everything
And with each word was care

To matters of health and sickness
In wealth or poverty
Each felt until death do us part
Was how it had to be

To work things through with compromise
And talk into the night
So when the morning sunlight came
Our time, again, was right

Time sure flies when you’re having fun
Sharing respect and love
By motto of two lives well lived
Our blessing from above

© 2021 Phil Perkins


PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.

Twenty 21

Typographic Design


This geometric image features an offset typographic display with texture, and a limited color palette. It’s available in my shop on a variety of interesting products, ranging from apparel to home decor and accessories. Stop by today and see what you can find!