Ice is forming on the river that separates my town from the next town over. Winter is truly here. I drove by the river early this morning on my way to an appointment and I thought about years past, and ice skating with one of my best friends back then on that stretch of river. She lived with her brother and father in a cabin at the end of the cove. I think about her nearly every time I drive by, but especially in the winter, and I wonder about her life now.
I vaguely remember my daily life growing up, or even young adulthood, but some specific people, places, and/or events have never receded that far in my mind, and certain times of the year bring them clearly back to me. I’ll open a particular hair conditioner every once in a while when I shop at the store that carries it, and the scent places me back to my seventeenth year, with my best friend at the time, and the situation we were in. It’s an immersion experience, but only lasts a second, if that. Like a dream, I try to remain in the moment, but it’s gone. Smelling the conditioner again will not bring the experience back, even an hour later. I guess it takes my brain, or psyche, or whatever, more time to reset its visceral memory capacity.
Most of the time, my memories simply detail times past with whatever emotions were attached to any particular one, as well as my current feeling about it. I might miss friends who were part of that memory, or maybe feel grateful that I’m not there anymore, or regretful for having acted badly, or having missed chances never given again.
I hope that I’ve gained more than I’ve lost, and, that I’ll not only recognize, but have the courage to take advantage of any worthwhile opportunities presented to me, and treat the people in my life in ways that won’t have me looking back in regret.
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