The problem with having a super sensory dense memory is that I can still feel you under my hands. I can still taste your skin and smell the citrusy earthy scent of your soap of your youth.
I can’t wait to re-explore you, like driving a backroad that’s been since paved in the 20 years you’ve been gone. You know the curves, where the potholes and blemishes should be. You know how the sun hits in the early evening but now the trees are taller and have filled out with their adult limbs and fuller leaves and colors.
I can see the “you” I remember from then and I’m so excited to retrace the paths of this older you.
