These are not the kind inspired by songs or aromas. They are very insignificant. One moment of time from a life filled with gazillions of moments.
I have one that came to mind as I started to type…
My eyes are down at my creative writing piece as I listen to someone read, their piece, to my 12th grade class. It must have been a gloomy day because the fluorescent lights seem extra bright on my “sight” perimeter. That’s it. Why that moment? I know that same “vision” has visited me before. So many moments and my mind chose to file that one. I wonder why?
I woke up with a flashback this morning. I cannot even recall it now, but it was equally insignificant, yet familiar. I’m certain, I had visited it before.
If I actively try to conjure these images, they are elusive. Instead, my library of memories jumps in. The stuff I’ve remembered because it has a clear meaning to me.
Well, I’m going to keep tract of these puzzles. I’ve really never given them any notice before.
As for the creative writing flashback, I’m sure it was tucked into my “writing” cloud and chose to pop in on this post.
Have a nice day 🙂 and please don’t send the men in white coats!