Monday, April 4, 2011
This week, your memoir prompt assignment is to think of a sound or a smell the reminds you of something from your past and write a post about that memory. Don't forget to incorporate the sound/smell of your choosing!
Yellowed photos, a half century old. I look at the pictures of times long gone.
The memories faded as the photographs by growing, moving, hustling.
Life goes on, gets in the way.
When I hear the song of locusts. Beginning hesitantly, then gaining confidence and volume. Overwhelming the other evening sounds. Tapering off to start again.
Wave after wave.
I close my eyes. And catch a wave. Fifty years drop away, and clarity returns.
I can smell the heat of summer evening. Feel the humid air that is August holding me in its damp embrace.
My dusty bare feet are rinsed clean by the arrival of dew on the grass. It's cold is a surprise against my toes.
My brothers and I climb about the old front porch. Standing atop the brick bases that hold wooden support posts . Hugging those posts while moths play daredevil with the dim outdoor porch light.
Across the old gravel road, lightning bugs arise in a cloud from the corn field. Winking yellow in the dusk. Too many to count. But we count anyway.
A memory recalled with each hesitant beginning.
Coming now, in wave after wave.
Hear the song: summer song