Memories
Sometimes I can’t remember little things like a chore I have to do or a name of a person I met just moments before. However, I remember the small things and thats what makes all the difference.
I remember my best friend and me walking for hours down the beach, looking at chalk art and smelling the waves. We were young then, talking about story ideas and our old friends and even our what now seem like silly worries. Now, I can still remember that day clearly and it is one of my favorite memories of us.
I remember staying the night at my closest friend’s house. She was up in her loft bed occasionally talking as I listened to music below her. We stayed up for hours casually, and I can't even remember what we talked about that night, but I do remember the feeling. Pure joy. I couldn't even recall what was troubling me before, I was just caught in the beautiful moment.
I remember when I bought my first album. It was at a very calm and seemingly personal concert with a friend. We sat on mats cross legged in a little semi circle around the artist. He just played guitar and sang and everyone around enjoyed it. People, including us, got up to dance (aka swinging our arms to the calming music and just enjoying the beat). It was such a beautiful bonding moment of complete strangers laughing and dancing.
I know I will never forget these little things, not because of what they are, but how I felt when they were occurring.