Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Among the most desirable, yet intangible, things worth dreaming about is perhaps what is commonly called tomorrow.

When you dream of what that day will be like, tomorrow seems very tangible, but it is no more tangible than a suite played on a violin in the palpable light of the moon. Yet we make no less an effort to make it tangible than a violinist who quickly plucks the strings with the fingers of one hand while dynamically plucking the bow with the other.

We imagine ripples appearing on the surface of our dreams, like water, but these are merely the shadows of the wings of our imagination.

Somewhere, where the light of tomorrow's moon or tomorrow's sun will shine, most of our dreams are worthless, because once we get there, we can look at the day differently, at yesterday's meanings, and what was important to us yesterday will lose all its value with the arrival of the new day.

I've tested this many times, and I understand that today's attempt to look into tomorrow is nothing more than someone else's short story, read in a moment of boredom, say, in a train compartment, and we may never remember it again.

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Category:	Art, Photography, digital art.
Tools:	Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX300
Location:	Ukraine
Author:	Author @barski. In my publications you will see only my author's works.