Memories
...so easy to deceive me.
Memories come and go in changing colors, various textures and unpredictable emotions. Here comes a black and white memory on yellowed, glossy paper of a scene I cannot place, but faces so familiar. This image catapults me to another memory when, riding a train through the West, I saw young mountains for the very first time. People, places, and all particularities melt in my mind and heart, then through temporal alchemy become feelings pleasant and feelings difficult, before slowly coalescing into a trusted map for my spiritual journey.
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- Jonah · February 2‹ AweOptimism ›