As Time Goes By

Walking Home

It’s been a while. Since Poland. Since Europe. Since innocent life; pure adventure.

Plum cake

Fresh backyard peaches

Cereal in coffee cup

Fancy midnight sandwiches

Phillip on scooter

Raisin ice cream

Street corner pretzel bread carts

– cheap

– have a nice sleep

Waffle dessert fiasco

Walking with brothers (priests) more safe than five huge men …

I stumbled upon these notes tonight – random thoughts from when I was in the midst of a grand, polish adventure. And perhaps in a mere effort to not loose those memories, I write this, if to only remind myself one more time.

I must keep reminding myself of these times. Memories never revisited cease to be memories at all, I’ve come to know.