Sitting here amongst the relics of old memories and life experiences, the edges now crumbled, some barely recognizable in their origin, purpose or story.

Just formed yesterday or residue of my ancestors’ journeys, the structure erodes.

There is sadness and longing in the erosion.

As the structure of what was folds back into the landscape, the experiences of yesterday become the soft touch of wind on my skin, the journey of tomorrow the warm light in the sky before me,

I need nothing more than the light and wind to remind me of where I have been and where I might next go.

The memories eroding in my mind become the bedrock of my being.