Memories flutter between my heart and mind, not interrupting me, just fluttering in and out. Like a passing breeze stirring up leaves. I watch them dance through the air, swirling, twirling to the ground. As I walk by, little snippets of memory flutter about. I catch myself giggling out loud. Or a tear comes to my eye. No rhyme or reason why. One, and then the other.
They mingle with the days gone by that have brought me to this moment.
Like noticing a flower blooming at the edge of the path. I pause. Bend down. Breathe it in. Then simply carry on.
Does that happen to you?
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