I created this photo as an illustration to one of my vignettes/short stories:

 

Time - a true master who knows his craft so well. And at night, in his insomnia, he sets to work upon our faces, not asking for permission. That is how things are…

First, at the inner corners of the eyes he sets down two shadows, like bird wings, and forgets about us for a while.

Then, he returns after several years, and with fine, almost unnoticeable lines, he marks out his future work.

And one day he arrives, carefully observes, diligently ponders and muses about every single touch, and new lines are etched on our faces as his invisible hands pass over them. Everyone gets different lines, just like our fates.

 

-Written in 2018.