If I close my eyes I can imagine those places, places I once was, places from the past. Last night I sat while a thunderstorm approached, clouds gathering, and a shift occurred. A change.
In my mind I walk on that path. I can see the lake. I can hear the wind through the trees.
Thunder. Present day. Present night. Flashes of light. Rain. Cleansing as memories fade. Not forgotten.
Eyes weighty with memories. Dreams to come. Memories drifting one more second before fading for now.