It was a great race between Reflection and Essence; running through the mountains and across the lakes of New Hampshire. They crossed the border through Pittsburg into Canada, where only shadows could follow.
Chasing each other or being chased they finished their race in the old City of Quebec; drifting into a boarding house up one flight of stairs— across from the Château Frontenac. And, there on a rooming house mirror— they caught up.
She is the reflection— that is, in essence, what becomes ~A Lady in the mirror~
Reflection’s true Essence? Perhaps what we are like, before we are born.
Photo by RKG: Quebec City, Quebec Canada late 1970’s