Photographs from the past

A large collage hangs from my study wall above my cluttered desk. The photographs affixed with paste are cleverly arranged. The colored pictures, twelve in all, fading and frayed from time; Just seems like yesterday my wife began the painstaking project. As I look up and gaze upon her work I see myself as I once looked, youthful. But now the person beholding the scene is long past middle age -trenches shape the field. I smile as reverie carries the thoughts along the frames, each old photograph becomes hypnotically animated until a noise within breaks the spell.