Memory Bank
“It’s been awhile since I’ve been down these hills…” my bleary thoughts echoed in a groggy space. I rolled my eyes left and right, the grassy slopes shifting in and out of green to gray. I knew I didn’t have time to lose focus, because I was looking forward to something. It was coming up fast. “There! Yup, that’s my tree over there.” I pointed to a single crooked oak tree, to no one in particular. Maybe I was just pointing for myself. I had to know it was mine, one more time. I looked for the dip in the roots where I would sometimes lay down to read a good book, listening to the leaves with mug of hot tea in hand. Hot tea. Hot tea. Hot…tea…
