symbol of love, symbol of commitment til death do us part, symbol of past
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Symbol.”
I don’t think I am senile, but I don’t remember what I did or what happened yesterday. I seem to remember, however, what happened in the distant past. I never had to endure major hard times, and they are sweet memories. Only in them, things that are no longer here prevail; innocent self as a child, a forest that has been developed, slinky dresses, an old truck that we fixed, and us.
Am I just embellishing the past?
In response to The Daily Post’s daily prompt:“Memory on the Menu”