Memories. Maybe they are a magical potion, finding fruition when we find ourselves in dire straits. They surface, and like oxygen, we inhale and exhale them, keeping us alive.
Memories. Maybe they are a part of our DNA, but instead of being born with them, we begin to grow them, almost as seeds, and one day after the other, they blossom and flower, and like flora, we begin to appreciate their aromas.
Memories. Sometimes, they are too scary to want to remember and easier to repress, but oftentimes, they can be soothing, they can be a helping hand when it seems nothing else is handy to help!
Memories. Maybe it is a bit of exaggeration, maybe the truth is finally told, maybe it is a fact forgotten, or maybe it is a necessary way to recall, remember, and remember.
This is a season where, for many memories have been made, a time when new memories are formed, a moment that is and then was, and will forever be!
It is a season of brightness, of light, when the long nights become shorter, when family and friends somehow become our beacon. It is indeed a season of memories.
If it is Christmas, Hannukah, a Winter Solstice, or just six more days until a New Year, I hope the wonders of being alive remain alive with you!
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