Snowflake Memories

I think of my memories like snowflakes falling softly in my mind It's a place where my past and present are uniquely intertwined. I never know what memory will land in moments of quiet reflection when my mind's an open frame… because as they cascade down, just like snowflakes, no two memories are the same. Sometimes a memory lands on my hand….meant to quickly brighten my day lasting only for a moment until it quickly melts away. Sometimes, if I look up, close my eyes, open my mouth and stick out my tongue… It's as if I can taste the memory of a time when I was young. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, a memory lands upon my shoulder… and walks with me a while. The kind of memory that lingers as it makes me laugh or cry or smile. When I'm walking with a memory time is unimportant… and the world around me is moving slow…. perhaps that't why I'm always happy… when my memories begin to snow. For there is nothing more exciting…more wondrous… nothing better to put my heart at ease… than walking slowly through a flurry of snowflake memories.