to where you once belonged

After shoveling snow today I picked some up and packed it into my hands. I zeroed in on a brick in the wall 40ft away from me. Throw! As the snowball soared through the air I remembered how in my previous years I was a dangerously gifted marksman hitting everything with stellar hand eye coordination to the point where I had been nicknamed "Longshot". I remembered all this as I watched the snowball helplessly fly over the brick wall. For the next 15 minutes I hand packed at least 20 snowballs and aimed at this brick and hit everything around the brick, but that singular brick. This is how I feel when I look at Leila Berney's work.
We've lost something that we're trying to get back.