Memory, like flames,
can burn in the hand it's held, dissipates with time. I had a feeling of deep sadness today at one point when an old memory popped up of a friend, and I had a hard time hearing her voice, a conversation we once had. She died too young, and no social media then, just fading color photographs now, besides what's in my mind. We would have had epic conversations about the last four years, the election if she had lived her opinionated life and grown-up. It made me also think of all of the conversations and relationships with family members that have been ruined by the last four years, not just in my immediate family, but for others. The lack of ease, and as a friend said, an undercurrent of sadness, even if it was not acknowledged outright. I took a moment to mourn that, as these memories will evaporate in time, like flames given a brush of wind. It was a beautiful day, and there will be many more.
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