7:00 PM today marked one of the most beautiful days that I have ever seen. There's this strange taste of nolstagia when I stare at the sun at that certain time in the sky. Whether it be the colors of the sky or the cool of the air, I don't know, but it feels as though this day just calls to me. It makes me question what memories I might have that are locked behind this single stimulant. Stimulation causes action, and it feels as though this day was trying to stimulate something in me and unlock some fond memories, but it never got quite that far.
It's a terrible shame to think that life is so consuming I'm not even allowed a moment to linger and stare out the window. Here I sit, an hour later when I have time enough to write but not to stare out the window. I tried, and the day was still nice but the feeling wasn't there. Blown away on the whims of the wind it would seem, I wonder if it will ever have the chance to get back. Will it come again tomorrow? The day's are getting longer with each one that passes, the 7 PM today will not be the same one tomorrow. And so, in dread, I wonder if my moment of reflection is lost for another year. I'll have long forgotten by then this moment, but maybe when I glance out the window at that hour one year from now I'll remember this first, and take a moment to stop and stare. Then, maybe, I'll be able to enjoy the sweet memories that were at the tips of my fingers...
One year and counting, I'll be waiting.
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