Memories: you are never sure when you have them. You are never sure when you make them. Unexpected, often; they just happen.

It doesn’t seem to matter when they occur, you simply remember. It may have been years (or decades) since the event took place, but the predicament, the people, or the places come back to you fresh, from your memory.

Memories come to you from photographs, in conversation, from music, or sounds and scent. Memories are as inspired as they are inspiring.

The older you get, the more memories you have. Sometimes you talk, or write, about them. Other times you just let the glow of past days settle in your sub-conscious.

Memories are more than they used to be.

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