Mornings like this, when it’s silent and dreary…  A cold, wet, rainy dawn; much too early to be awake.  The stillness is crushing and condemning, feeling like my “sleep” was nothing but broken specks of chimera.

Bits and images keep flashing in my mind.  Memories from my entire life, oldest to new.

It’s as if I’m rummaging through the boxes and boxes in my Memory Warehouse.  Thumbing through the neatly indexed files and reviewing the images and words.

Am I searching, remembering, or….?

This time of year always makes me wander about, but something has eaten my crumb trail.

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