It would be such a shame to not have memories. By accident, I found a radio station that played the music of my youth... now called classic vinyl. I was living in Fargo, working at a print shop in Moorhead and well, doing the stuff I did when I was young. Some of it was nothing to write home about.
And, yet, well, the music and driving around in Fargo brought back a sense of peace that I cannot explain. It was like being there for all time, even though I was not there at the moment. If that doesn't make sense think of like leaving something behind, even something as transparent and fleeting as a memory and then finding it again through one of the senses.
Driving down the Interstate with the wind from the north and a ground blizzard from all the loose snow in the valley really drove home some memories. But I found great joy and wonder at the size of the sun dogs when I woke on Tuesday morning to the last of the storm. The sun punctuated on either side with parenthesis of moisture and cold. These elements combined to create brilliant winter rainbows and they were outstanding this morning. Me without my camera.
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