A happy memory
Mar. 15th, 2008 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raloriaThis is just a bit of rambling from me...
It's interesting how music can conjure up the oddest memories. The day is calm, peaceful, beautiful in that late afternoon beauty of gentle clouds, blue sky, and sun. Listening to some random music a memory comes to me...
It's of a late afternoon, an old road, and walking. I can only get bits and pieces, but I know I lived this memory. It was on a vacation...somewhere...I can't recall. It was warm, with the shadows long and the sun painting everything gold. There were trees around, but the road I was walking on was past empty fields of grass and weeds. It was an old road or path, no longer used and full of weeds growing up through the cracks in the pavement. I think someone was with me, but I can't be sure. I was probably exploring as was typical of me in my younger days of travel.
But most of all I remember being happy. It's often the simple things in life that bring me happiness and that moment, that day must be one that I tucked away for safe keeping. Funny how the mind works. Something I never expected to remember or to even think about suddenly consumes my thoughts. I wish I could remember more, but it's an old memory. Yet somehow I can still see the color of the clouds and the sky, the golden sunlight on the trees and grass, a whisper of a breeze on my face, the ground beneath my feet. Even though I don't travel anymore, it's memories like this one that sustain me. Music ties me to those memories and I have so many to draw upon. What a wonderous gift the past can be!
I must be longing for summer...and it's not even spring yet. :)
It's interesting how music can conjure up the oddest memories. The day is calm, peaceful, beautiful in that late afternoon beauty of gentle clouds, blue sky, and sun. Listening to some random music a memory comes to me...
It's of a late afternoon, an old road, and walking. I can only get bits and pieces, but I know I lived this memory. It was on a vacation...somewhere...I can't recall. It was warm, with the shadows long and the sun painting everything gold. There were trees around, but the road I was walking on was past empty fields of grass and weeds. It was an old road or path, no longer used and full of weeds growing up through the cracks in the pavement. I think someone was with me, but I can't be sure. I was probably exploring as was typical of me in my younger days of travel.
But most of all I remember being happy. It's often the simple things in life that bring me happiness and that moment, that day must be one that I tucked away for safe keeping. Funny how the mind works. Something I never expected to remember or to even think about suddenly consumes my thoughts. I wish I could remember more, but it's an old memory. Yet somehow I can still see the color of the clouds and the sky, the golden sunlight on the trees and grass, a whisper of a breeze on my face, the ground beneath my feet. Even though I don't travel anymore, it's memories like this one that sustain me. Music ties me to those memories and I have so many to draw upon. What a wonderous gift the past can be!
I must be longing for summer...and it's not even spring yet. :)
