As the days grow shorter,and the riotous beauty of summer leeches into the stark haunting winter freeze, I find myself revisiting ancient memories.

Like a layer of dust undisturbed upon a derilict floor, loathed to kick it up lest it choke me.

Its powerful particles of emotion swirl and dance in my mind's eye. Each one eliciting pain, regret,anger and a little laughter.

Before long the footprints of remembrance are once again covered as a new layer forms. Memories of joy and sorrow lie dormant until a distant tomorrow.