Memories of Yesterdays

I was gone this weekend and I'm leaving in a few hours again. Maybe someday I'll come back and tell stories of my grand adventures, but until that day, I leave you with a memory of the moonlight flooding the white tips of the waves and sparking on the cold surf as it rushes over sand to grab at bare toes; a memory of shivery gull cries echoing over the grey-morning bay and hovering like saline in the air; and a memory of a tiny yellow light glowing in the darkness over a page, bringing into contrast the black print of a story spun by knowing hands, a story to "make you believe in God" as the jacket claims. These memories I leave you -- enjoy.