Rain of a Lost Time

Looking at this image I feel time stop, then flow backward. The medieval arch becomes a gateway not just to another street, but to the memories we all carry - those moments when we were alone on foreign streets, when rain transformed us into shadows, when we felt the weight of history beneath our feet. I wonder who that person with the umbrella is. Perhaps fleeing from something, or perhaps seeking something lost long ago. The wet stones reflect the light as if wanting to show us the way back, but we know we cannot go there. The old buildings watch us in silence, keeping the secrets of a thousand footsteps that have passed over these stones before. There's a sweet melancholy in this rain - it makes you remember that we too will become, one day, just shadows in someone's photograph.