By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Last night was one of those nights where I thought long into it.
I went far away, tucked into thoughts that strangely confused and comforted all at once.
One memory led to another memory,
Which led to another memory,
And on and on like that.
And that was my night, dear Reader.
And it seems so strange ...
Upon continued reflection this morning;
The moments and memories which the mind chooses to relive, rehearse, and recall.
The memories speak a message of what the soul truly craves,
Worthy of reflection and contemplation.
Worthy of the tears ...
 That gentle fall.
Worthy of the hopes and dreams within.
"Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future."
-Corrie Ten Boom