Yesterday

Yesterday. She claims all the beautiful memories we hold dear. However, she will not infringe her moments on you, but will gladly relive them as you choose to remember.
Today on Facebook a friend I graduated High School with posted a picture that took me back to Yesterday.
School days...my Senior year, a picture of all my class members grouped together on the sandy Dayton Beach shores, 1969. Those once tiny little teen-aged bodies are now aged in years with gray hair, wrinkles, sickness, and even some deaths, but those days are memories. Those memories are youthful. Those memories are yesterday.



"Like a cloud on a summer day you float through my being,
surrounding me with wisps of dreams interrupted by a glimmer of reality.
While in this state you allow me to be who and what I want to be, yet provide me with the stability that I need.................."

Reflecting
by Larry A. Huff