I remember

There is a phenomenon of memory that I am just now observing.

It feels like it happens backwards.

Let me clarify if I can:

I am not drawn to act on the memory, rather it coincidentally comes to me as I go about doing what I would do.

But, what I do is not coincidental. I am drawn to walk that street, drawn perhaps by the memory.

I do not recognize my memory, until I have walked that street, stopped in that shop.

It is then that I remember.

I act on a memory I am unaware of until it is embodied.

Then, I can say, with a smile on my lips, ah, here is the lobby where Burt and I would sit while waiting to go to a show. Now, I remember that.

In other words, where I am is not a memory tour it’s one in which  memories unfurl.

Honestly, there are so many good memories for me to uncover that perhaps I will encounter them one upon the other everywhere I go.

I hope so.