Saturday the 14th, morning of the day after . . .
I find it amazing how the morning of the day
after is always a bit of a let down. One looks
and watches with such gusto for an arriving
date or event. It finally arrives . . . and such
joy! Such joy!!! The next day, one is indeed
filled with memories, chuckles and those aha
moments . . . but the loss of it all being over
is discernible. Nothing will impair the joy I
found in celebrating the long-awaited-for
Friday the 13th. Still, I find myself missing
something today . . .
always looking back
delicate things memories
leaning towards forward
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