~ Terry Pratchett
A year has passed and how soon! I am thankful for many things, but mostly for the possibility that I won't be able to bring up the constant reminders that begin with, "Remember last year, during this time ..." Time has walked, more likely trudged, a full circle and there no more will be trading of places on the calendar. Starting today, I won't be able to go back and tally the days or tag the months to certain events.
A trifle of a thought, I know, but something worth ruminating. Someone had rightly told me once, "You'll see, after a while it all feels like a dream. One big, beautiful dream. As if the years never happened to you ..." True, it's like a distance I never walked, a meal I never ate, a place I never lived. Chip by chip, I can sense the shreds of the old life fading away, its contours patchy and bleached, with only the fragrant essence of belonging filling our hearts. The strange feeling is very similar to this blurry dream-like path, which once upon a time framed a corner of our everyday life, gradually disappearing under a thick veil of late autumn fog.
