Lingering memories…  Memories of times past.  They float about in the space of the mind waiting… Waiting for the in/appropriate moment to reveal themselves.  At times they come about and bring joy and happiness, but at other times they bring sorrow and lament.

There was a time when my head was empty, when I was oblivious yet curious to the world around me.  I was a bright young boy, blonde hair, blue eyes.  I was growing up in middle class America, two story home, big yard; plenty of smiles in a bright and cheery neighborhood.  The grass was green and the night sky appeared black with bright stars. 

Now all I can see is a sickening glow from the ever encroaching city.