Vanha Valo

The crumbled walls, the empty house and silent space are like old forgotten film negatives, which has torn by time.

Negatives which you haven't yet looked.

Light, travelled aeons, gently illuminates ragged wall papers, floating dust and stones touched by moss.

In dim light from past entities emerge...

...a memory, an essence, a dream, a moment or perhaps a wish.

In the Old Light!