There is something precarious about memories on days like these.
It’s just slightly cloudy, a hint of winter lingers just beyond the visible spectrum of our sight and senses.

I walked into the coffee shop just before going up to my cubicle; whenever I freelance at an office I like to indulge in White Chocolate Mochas, the shop had begun its ‘fall line’ of spiced coffees and seasonally dressed plush animals. I don’t know what it is about this time of year that I enjoy so much. It’s not the holidays; I am not a big party person on any occasion. Halloween is okay, but I never seem to get into it like others do; than again, at my age the most we can do is dress up and go down town to get wildly drunk and possibly make out with someone you don’t know.

But still, have you ever had a memory that you can’t remember? One of those feeling memories that are usually inspired by smell? It’s one of those full body memories, where you can close your eyes and literally be somewhere else… anywhere else… but you can’t pinpoint a time or place or memory.

That’s today for me. Some wicked memory that is lingering from who-knows-how long-ago.

Wish me luck.
-David