Lately I have been having frequent waves of feelings from the past; that seem to consume most, if not all, of me for brief moments in time.
It may be because the seasons are changing, summers in Utah have always been life altering.
It may be just because I need this reminder, this stirring in my soul, to awaken my need for survival.
Whatever it is, John Mayor, trebuchet, the absence of closet doors, and a twin bed is adding quite a bit to these deja vu moments. hah!
