1.0The World at Midnighthttps://www.scottneelan.comscottneelanhttps://www.scottneelan.com/index.php/author/scottneelan/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="sstt12dX6y"><a href="https://www.scottneelan.com/index.php/2022/07/27/ephemeral-remembrances/">Ephemeral Remembrances</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.scottneelan.com/index.php/2022/07/27/ephemeral-remembrances/embed/#?secret=sstt12dX6y" width="600" height="338" title="“Ephemeral Remembrances” — The World at Midnight" data-secret="sstt12dX6y" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.scottneelan.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> It’s odd how the emotions come and go Ebb and flow like tides, carrying memories Reminders of moments somehow beautiful and tragic Glimpses of what was and might have been There never seemed to be any understanding No knowing which … Continue reading →https://www.scottneelan.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/cropped-cropped-moon-at-night-1.jpg1200279