Lurking round the brim.

Alas, Spring Break is over. However, I can't say that I'm upset. I love a break every now and then, but it's nice to get back to the real world. In ten hours I'll be on my four hour flight back home. Home. Whenever I hear that word a sort of warm and comforting feeling comes across me both physically and mentally.

Immediately I have mental images of sitting on our red living room sofa, sipping hot cocoa with the fire burning. All of my family are there. Well, my brother, two sisters, and mother. It's Christmas Eve. We're sharing memories of each other and laughing at all of the absurdities that have come to pass. When it's my turn to speak, I look down into my cup; blowing the marshmellows round the brim hoping to discover a funny story lurking behind one of them. But, of course, I find nothing. Disappointed, I pass my turn and listen to the next.

It's funny what memories are recalled often. This occurrence described above has had absolutely no impact on my life. But it is one of my most thought of memories. Perhaps our memories amount to more than just a simple remembrance of some obscure event. Maybe they are more than just a trip of the human mind?

"A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever."