Melancholy is the new black...

I just watched a movie that for some unrelated reason resurfaced some memories I had completely forgotten about. More of a moment than a memory.

I remember the evening, walking from a show I had seen with someone, recalling the smell and sounds as we walked back to the car. I hear the shoes she wore as we walk across concrete, then asphalt, to cross a road. I can smell the soap she purchased when she was on a trip as she presses her hand into mine as we walk. And I remember her smiling.

It amazes me sometimes how we can get lost in our lives with the details that are required of us. Those details that cause us to forget certain moments of time. That memory is a couple years old from a past that is completely forgotten and done with. Well, not forgotten, but definitely a closed chapter. It first saddened me for a moment when it came to mind. The kind of sadness that you feel when think of something you lost or broke as a child. But the sorrow departed quickly when I remembered the rest of the evening that went with it.

And that was why I was smiling as I wrote this. It was one of my favorite memories of that moment in my life...