A look back to Sept. 12, 2006
Like the temptation of an echo, across the barren land, reverberating and falling into the deep abyss of a canyon.
The faint scent of something that’s behind you, as a stray breeze finds its way crossing your path, by chance.
The fading image of a fortress made of sand, after the tide has consumed all but the foundation, hardly recognizable, just a façade.
So I call out…and for a brief moment, the faintest reply…uncertain that my mind may be playing tricks on me - so intent on hearing, while the confusing winds that make there way through the empty space that’s left….I thought I heard you say hello.
I’ll call…..is that what you said? I stay silent, afraid I may miss the next word, reply, response… drowning out the faint noise with that of my own… I remain silent.
Then I smile – realizing it was just an echo, nothing more, and time begins again.
The memories fade and I forget. Life leaves me with the sweetness of what was, although at times I can’t remember where it all derived, I just know its there.
Memories, become impressions