Memories pop up on social media, with photos from seven years ago, last year’s snow, the daffodil diaries, or a favorite dish. Is it really healthy to start the day thinking of the past? Instead of looking out my window at promises of spring, I’m scrolling through 2017 searching for the Santa Catalina Mountains.
Is there any wonder I write historical and time-travel fiction?
Nostalgia makes a poor breakfast. Maybe I should wait until later in the day to relive my memories. Or would that be even worse?
reheated, frost-rimed,
stone-cold mountain memories
a sorry supper
Inspired by dVerse.
....Bilocalalia.... 