30 Years

30 years…

Had it really been 30 years?

So long that many memories had receded into the shadows of the past…

He had arrived early, although he had been concerned about being late. Standing at the entrance of the Yeiser Art Gallery, heat from the sun fiercely cascaded onto his face. A small brick landing, with partial iron wrought gates boxing it in, was home to a violently red bull statue; standing as if guarding the entrance. It made him think of the iron dolphin the city had erected at the riverfront many years ago. As the waterfront did not rest on saltwater…