Years have passed while memories remain. A smell of cherry tobacco in the air swirls of smoke rising from your pipe. A smile on your face as you opened my gift one night.
The snap of sheets catching the wind, while clothes dried on the line, small sculptures in the sun.
The dog at my feet, half-asleep finished his bowl of food, the cat, nursed her litter in the shed, to avoid prying eyes.
But experiences have passed and people Vanished into breezes slapping sheets.
Now I have memories vignettes of time supporting me.
