Remembering.... ~ 2

Remembering

to describe each moment impossible.  

childhood moments

teen years

today only

gaps of gray, pea-soup fog 

holes with no borders. 

fog creeping close to cherished snapshot memories.

pushed away by a mirage of feelings until……

Remembering joyful freedom

warm prairie sun on young skin  

rushing wind holding me up

balancing on wide spread – and very skinny – legs

in the back of the big grain truck headed west to Milestone

for one more load of furniture to fill the spaces around me.

Remembering sleepy hunger

sizzling bacon smell  

mingling with coffee’s delicious aroma 

meeting early morning, melting sleep ~

I hated coffee’s taste back then.  

Remembering breathless awe.

watery, waving mirage that was Lang

rising up in the east as if by magic at 6 o‘clock on a summer’s morn

gigantic blue dome sparkling from horizon to horizon. 

little hill, insignificant in days light,

hiding the prairie town as morning passes

Remembering restrained excitement

crisp popcorn smell on Saturday night

from Blaney’s popcorn stand across from the old brick Town Hall.   

delicious and buttery 

aroma wafting through the summer evening air.  

Remembering shivering fun

winter time cold.  

freezing breath to nose hairs and eyelashes. 

crunch of snow packed by boots, cars and trucks

plumped up slowly with a thick fresh layer drifting down.  

falling flakes sifting onto my toque, tip of my nose and warm coat 

on a short trip to the rink

white leather skates laced on 

cutting shiny crystal ice with sharp blades and picks.

Remembering….

this past year?

today?

What will it be?

"Memory is the scribe of the soul."

 ~  Aristotle 
(384BC - 322 BC) Greek Philosopher

 **Author's note:  I wrote and posted the original July 11, 2012. For tonight I've updated it with some revision including a prairie photo from last fall.