RetrospectI remember flashes of images;Retrospect4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
bits of color and light, and sometimes sounds that slowly wound around themselves in my mind before stringing together to become an old, familiar song I used to know the words to.
I remember, too, a rusted music box I was once fond of that played the most cheerful little melody from the corner of a room that used to be mine.
I remember flushed cheeks and elation and vivacity. A time of autumn walks and wide open windows and wooden floorboards. A time of train stations and snowmen and hot chocolate.
I remember mud pies and stuffed animals and cold cereal and running around in cold air until I was sure my lungs would burst from the most sensational mix of exhaustion and happiness.
Those days were short lived.
The years slipped by, leaving only a blurred and sad after-image like words written in sand only to be marred and distorted by a pitiless tide.
I remember a lot of things.
But things never did go back to the way they used to be.
And that's a silly thing