MEDIUM: Acrylic on canvas
A moment lasts forever, for time is a slave to love. A memory is everlasting not because it is merely beautiful, but also because it is inseparable from our humanity. A winter evening, a yellow tree, and someone to walk home with. A conversation so inspired, even God wants to peek, and yet he could not, for the purity of that memory must not be corrupted by any single tweak. Not even by God.