Saturday, February 8, 2014

A Little Haunting


One memory from childhood has been swirling in my head the last few days.  I'm about four; it's an Indian Summer's day, late afternoon. There's a little weak yellow light in the western sky, but all around are roiling blue-black clouds.  I can smell the moisture on the air, feel the crackle in the atmosphere on my skin, as the storm rides the rising wind.

Every color intense; every sensation  utterly vivid.

And I was happy.

I want to hang onto it a little longer.

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