A Walk, Into the Past

A Walk, Into the Past

It’s a beautiful day for a walk, the air is fresh, crisp and cold but not so cold as to burn your nose and cheeks. I don’t know exactly what inspired me today but I’m thankful, appreciative from the reprieve of blah.

Being the tech geek I am it seemed only appropriate to fire up the pedometer IPhone app I recently acquired and test it out. To be honest I have used it before but to venture outside with it may help inspire me.

About halfway through my trip, day dreaming about my new toy and taking in the beauty of the day, I noticed a bright red object lying on the ground adjacent to me.  It was across the street but as the sun illuminated it I almost immediately recognized it as a child’s firechief hat, laying there discarded and appearing as if it had been run over.

In that moment of recognition I had an instantaneous flashback to some earlier time in my life, it was a moment of clarity, taking me fully into the past.  But as quickly as the feeling came just as quickly it vanished.

I struggled to capture it again, the thoughts ran through my mind, was it a smell, a taste, a happy feeling?  What was the sense that was so quickly brought to me then stolen, like a sneeze that tickles your nose then evaporates as if it was never there to begin with. I looked again, the warm feeling brushed me again, but once again I couldn’t identify exactly what it was.  It was a childhood feeling, that much I knew.  So pleasant, so calming, I wanted to go back to that young point in my life where everything seemed so easy, and everything was happiness and glee.  But alas, tis not meant to be.  I struggled to recapture and hold the essence of that feeling, to identify it’s source and tap into it, but it was gone.  I failed to experience it again.

I continued my stroll with no further epiphanies.  To feel it for those quick moments was something, but I wanted more.  Like a fix to junkie it was a drug to bring me to a time place I’d been before, I just didn’t know when nor where.  I’ve had this sort of thing happen before, a link to a happy childhood passed, and I relish every one. It was enough though, even though I desired more, the uplifting carried me though the rest of my journey, it was a walk into the past.

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