time…keeps marching on
I recently visited a place that used to be really special to me. A place that I associate with many fine and treasured memories. It was a good feeling to go back. The sounds and smells were largely the same. Many of the old landmarks, both the “official” ones as well as those that are important only to me and a few others, were still there. It was nice to see them again, and reconnect, however briefly, with the good times I had there that I’ll always remember.
But the place wasn’t mine anymore.
True, if I squinted just right, I could see the place I knew, the topography I traversed so long ago. It was still recognizable, but just as I had, it grew and changed in the years I’d been away. I’m not the person I was when I spent time there, and the place wasn’t the same as it was either. The sillouettes, even the paths I walked had changed; too many other people’s memories had piled on top of mine, and they’d added their particular touches, just as I had, to the evolving canvas that all places really are.
And that’s the way it should be.
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December 30th, 2011 at 11:10 AM