There are moments in life when the things we once knew so well slowly begin to fade. Places, faces, and memories that were once so clear can become distant with time. It feels like looking at a place through the mist. You can no longer see everything clearly, but somehow, you still know there was something there. Some memories don’t really disappear. They just become quieter with time, leaving behind a feeling that we were once there, that we once loved, that we once lost, that we once had a moment in our lives that was ours. Perhaps what has faded from our sight does not mean it has faded from us. Medium: oil on canvas