Moments

There are always moments. Moments you try to cling to, that you don't ever want to let go of. They're there with you always in memory, but sadly they fly by in real life. And so we attempt to cling to them--those times when you feel completely at peace, yourself--we attempt to capture every detail with our eyes, our ears, our hands.

Moments... Moments of laughter... Moments of a perfect sky blue day... Time with family... Times in a lovers arms... Times with friends... Moments... Moments that spark a light in our mind and make us remember.

Today was one of those times of remembering. It was merely a moment on my walk, and an old friend was back in my mind. I was transported back to high school with all the moments it contained. For a few years, there was one girl who traveled with me on my path, and I traveled along hers.

The moment was a flash back to sitting on the front lawn of our high school. I was picking dandelions and she was teaching me how to harmonize as we sung a Tori Amos song. Then like a dream, the moment changed and we were in my basement room, lighting candles and incense (Nag Champa or Patchouli) to take photos. We took a lot of photos. And we moved those candles over and over again.

Again a jump, and the moment of her taking care of me after a concert (and my second cigarette in life). She got me to the car and all was fine. All the moments of dancing at all the concerts we went too. The sleek black pants we wore (how I wish I could find that style again). The moments of acting on stage together, because hey lets face it, we did look a bit a like sisters (if you went with the fact we were both part Italian and had dark hair).

And then I remember that moment... that small moment, which still haunts me at times... the only time I have ever screamed out of true fear. It only lasted a short time, but I recall thinking that I never knew a sound like that would come from my voice. She was there, she was there behind me, she was there to console me afterwords. She was there.

And then high school ended and life paths changed. And 14 years later, I'm on a walk (in a city we both live in) and the moments come back to me. And so I guess I would just like to say that I remember... I remember the good times... I remember the girl who had my back... My life in high school would have been another world had she not befriended the new girl back in 9th grade... I remember the moments.