Luftmensch photography

Every path, once travelled, becomes a repository of everything it once was. The way the sun shone, the paths the raindrops traced on the windshield. A split second long gaze shared with a stranger which opens a sudden, unknown door to their thoughts. The mind preserve them all, like fermenting wine in barrels.

And again when the road appears, the scent of the wine floats up. The nueral pathways spark with signals. It lights up the long forgotten unlit rooms.