Fond memories of what once was are often much better than what actually took place. So are dreams.
Time does that. It tends to erase so much. Like, romanticizing things. Almost in an attempt to blanket all that might have been painful so long ago. And, those situations we wish could have had happier endings. Dreams are much like old photo albums. With each turn of the page, a moment jumps out at us. It lingers for a while, softening into a cloud of wishful thinking.
And memories. Like raking leaves every Autumn, when we reach into a pile and pick out the prettiest ones, stopping to admire their vibrant colors before gently sweeping them into a mound. Then, we watch the wind carry them away.
Fond memories of what once was are often much better than what actually took place. So are dreams.
My choice from Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…..Write a post that begins and ends with the same sentence.
