If the cold stone steps could speak they would tell a tale of generations past; of family; of love; of loss and of time that slips by in the blink of an eye. Worn by so many feet, endless journeys up and down making their way through life one step at a time.
Sometimes skipped, hastily ran and often laboured they endure season after season as the world grew, changed shape, died and was renewed.
Children become adults and pass into nothing and they remain as the sun comes and goes – even more slowly – marking the passing of time and warming their slowly worn surface as it passes across the sky until again the laughter of childhood returns.
Time is unkind and cruel, passing so quickly for man but for those things more permanent it brings a sadness of things long lost and the hope of joy still to come.
Photo courtesy of J.S. Brand