I was waiting for the bus today, sitting on a
set of concrete steps, when I noticed a bunch of wild onions growing in the
grass. Naturally, I pulled one up.
It was like some sort of flashback, deja vu
and a dream, all at once. I remembered these things growing all over my yard
as a child. I would pull them up, ripping out clumps of grass along with
them. My hands would smell distinctly of soil and onion.
And then, of course, I'd throw them at
It's sort of funny, the memories we have
stored up inside of us. Things, details and moments that reside there,
mostly dormant, until something brings them to the surface.
Note: I'm in Puerto Rico for a few days on
vacation, so TWD will be on break until Wednesday. Hopefully I'll be
bringing back some interesting photos...