There's a certain numbness to sitting in solitude underneath this majestic wide open sky. I can feel the breeze caressing my skin, and for just a moment, as I close my eyes to enjoy its warmth, I am flooded with a rush of memories from those latter years.
My memories come in black and white, moving pictures, and they fill me with an ache I haven't felt since the day we said goodbye.
Yesterday is gone, and there's no going back to that moment in time when all felt right, and our life was one of ease. We were young, and living in the basement of a college professor while I finished my degree in mathmatics. We didn't know sickness then, and our evenings were spent drinking wine and playing card games.
