Memory . . .

Memory. . .  the sweet smell of lilac trickling through the window screen, hands softly rubbing my back, lulling me to sleep, shadows on a wall ... no substance, but ghost painted in black against the light. Summer sky ... topaz. Fireflies. The Fourth of July. Dark warm earth, small white seeds. Strawberries. Dust and Dusk. Escaping everything just to dream. The hum of fans and warmth, but not heat.