Dusty Corners Of My Brain

  Every now and again as I am meandering about the place, a sight, sound or smell will jog a memory that has been long hidden in some dusty corner of my brain.  The memory is covered in cobwebs and all but unrecognizable but it IS there.  Sometimes, the memory is not clear and I struggle to bring it to light so I can wallow in the bliss that comes with recollections of the past.  Perhaps this split second memory is nothing more than a brain trick but it often comes with a bit of yearning of something that is there...yet is not. The feeling is hard to explain but with it comes an overwhelming desire to search...for the unknown.

  Yesterday morning as I was walking the old dog, one of those brain blips wormed its way into being.  The sun was just peaking over the pines on the opposite side of the Bayou and sent beams shooting through the oddest places.  This cast some unsettling shadows about the place but also created points of curiosity.  From the garden gate, there appeared to be almost a darkened tunnel to a brilliant point of light.  I had that nagging urge to follow that light even though it merely led to another part of the yard.  

  That "dark tunnel" sent the wheels of my mind turning and churning.  Somewhere, somehow, some time, I had been in just such a tunnel with the light at the end.  Where?  How?  When?  I have no clue  but the sight left a yearning for something from my past.   I really must dust the corners of my brain and pull down the cobwebs so I can see a bit clearer when it come to these things.