The trouble with time is...

It makes you forget things. Sometimes those things are very important, and sometimes they were just taking up head-space anyways. But they are forgotten just the same.

Do you ever wonder what happens to a memory once it's forgotten? Does it float around in limbo? Throw wild forgotten-memory parties with the other forgotten memories where they sip bubbly and dance to obnoxious music of the subconscious variety? Maybe those memories retire themselves into a bunch of marbles carried around by the Lost Boys in Never Never Land, just waiting to be remembered again?

Or perhaps... perhaps they just stop being?

Is that possible? Can that moment in time, that person, that responsibility, those feelings once so strong and so real and so--everything-- can they just poof into nothingness?

I refuse to think so. But just in case, I am going to keep on writing them down, keep on taking pictures, keep on holding on  and holding on until my little brain can't hold anymore. Then I will fill up my soul with memories until it swells and bursts and can at last become infinite.

But I expect that will take quite a bit of time.

What I'm saying is, thank you for reading these little things. I am sorry I haven't written in so long.

It's hot as Hades here in Houston (how's that for a little Tuesday Alliteration, huh?), but I want to send you cool happy thoughts. Like a breeze through a hammock on a white sand beach. Are you feeling them?

Good.

Happy remembering!