Even in the light, memories can haunt. Charles Bridge, an icon in the city of Prague, bears testimony to the residual strength of long-held tyranny. On one particular day, the sun might rise brightly over the metalwork, burning off the morning fog as well as the memories of a strict and stifling political climate. The next day, the fog might briefly hold its own against the sun’s warmth, creating an image of the bridge - and perhaps life itself - that appears sterile and colorless, drawn in shades of gray. And we are thankful that the image is only that: a picture of a moment in time, ephemeral, like the movements of ghosts in ethereal.
Even in the light, memories can haunt. Charles Bridge, an icon in the city of Prague, bears testimony to the residual strength of long-held tyranny. On one particular day, the sun might rise brightly over the metalwork, burning off the morning fog as well as the memories of a strict and stifling political climate. The next day, the fog might briefly hold its own against the sun’s warmth, creating an image of the bridge - and perhaps life itself - that appears sterile and colorless, drawn in shades of gray. And we are thankful that the image is only that: a picture of a moment in time, ephemeral, like the movements of ghosts in ethereal.
