The Lost Moments

When the evening came down, the twilight of which pulled down to the small town. The streets slowly fell silent and became extinct. Behind the windows of the houses were lights filtering through the curtains. At such times, people pulled into the warmth of their homes to rest, leaving the fatigue of this past day behind. Everyone except one man- He was Edwards.

At the fringes of the city, where the streets seldom saw passersby, a small house nestled in the shadow of an ancient tree. It was Edwards' home. He was a lonely man who went out into his garden every night. People in the city were weird about this habit. Many thought Edwards had some secret magical ability that always emerges in the darkness of the night. But in fact, Edwards was just trying to process his past with the help of shadows.

As the city lights slowly faded, Edwards headed for his garden. Along the road, where people disappeared in the small-town tranquility of the streets, there was sometimes a bark of a dog in the shade of the trees. In some places, a faint circle of light passing through the windows indicated that they were still awake there.

The home of old Edwards is located on the edge of a small town where the town is already giving way to rural silence. At such times, nothing can be heard from the noise of the city here. There is a small well-kept garden around his house, where he went out late every night to play a shadow game. This evening was no exception.

Just a few miles from Edwards, this metropolis was always bustling with activity. The lights of the big city could be seen in the distance, and on calm days there was occasional noise. Edwards found a home in this silence. The hustle and bustle of the city was just a memory for him. Like the moments he was now trying to recall with his shadow play.

As he reached the garden, the moonlight played in cool silver between the leaves. The old tree, which had guarded Edwards' home for decades, now cast a shadow over the ground. Edwards settled into the shadows and just watched the play of the moonlight between the leaves for long minutes. At times he saw a fading light in the sky that could probably have been an airplane. The lights of the stars and the moon crossed the garden. In the silence of the night, only the rustling of the foliage of the trees could be heard.

Edwards gently shaped his fingers, time slowly passing as he summoned the memory. The shadows began to move slowly, projecting tiny, dancing forms to the ground. As the shadows began to dance, so did the memories.

At that moment, Edwards saw in front of him again the happy day when he was still young and in love. They walked in the garden with a young woman and laughed happily at each other. Every feeling he felt then flared up in him again. Happiness, the fullness of life, everything is back to him.

But this happiness soon ended. The young woman walking next to her fell victim to a tragic accident. The pain and loss weighed heavily on Edwards. His life at the time seemed to have lost all meaning.

Tears welled up the old man's face as he played the shadows. Memories erupted again and again like a flooded river that would not let the shore rest. The shadows summoned in the garden intertwined for a moment like the past and the present, then slowly faded and then dispersed in the darkness of night.

Edwards then sat under the tree for a long time before going back to his house. The shadow play helped him process his past. Though he would never forget his loved ones, he was now finally able to move on in life.

Since then, Edwards has been playing a shadow play in his garden every night, but now not with memories of the past, but with the beauty and joys of the moments of the present.