MEMORIES IN THE MIST
©Maggi Norris - April 14, 2001

I sit with pen in hand wondering where to begin.

They say my life is different, unique. To me, it was life. It was all I ever knew. I suppose, I have many years behind me. I hope for as many more ahead. Still, how do I tell about a life that's only been partially lived?

Portions of my life are as vague and elusive as the mist of rain that evaporates as soon as it touches your skin. Other parts are deluges that drown my days with memories as deep as any ocean.

When a memory begins you never know which it will be in the end, a mist or a downpour. Only after, only then, when you turn your face toward the clouds laced with the moments that were your life and feel the first fallen tear filled memories will you know which it is to be ... this time.

 

 

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