Friends From the Past
The phases of my past life shift in and out of each other; My twenties. My college years. My Memphis days. At the time, it never seems that any phase is happening at all, just muddling through ordinary life. Then something triggers a memory - the location, people, music, smells, or other transient events from that period - and a phase is born.
My friend, Bev, is visiting from Memphis. I guess she's from my "Memphis P
hase", though she really wasn't a part of my time outside of work. In my "Memphis Phase" I moved from my 30's to 40's, started a more deliberate exercise routine, was actively involved in the emergence of online communication and text messaging on a regular basis (since I had few friends in Memphis and not much to do), lost much that was close to me, found and rescued many, many stray dogs and cats.
This all comes back to me in waves.
My friend, Bev, is visiting from Memphis. I guess she's from my "Memphis P
hase", though she really wasn't a part of my time outside of work. In my "Memphis Phase" I moved from my 30's to 40's, started a more deliberate exercise routine, was actively involved in the emergence of online communication and text messaging on a regular basis (since I had few friends in Memphis and not much to do), lost much that was close to me, found and rescued many, many stray dogs and cats.This all comes back to me in waves.
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