Memories

Today I woke up at 5:20 am, before the town was awake. I walked to the lake in my yellow Tibetan jacket and sat on the stone edge. Looking over the water, memories of childhood passed though my mind's eye. I saw myself in the third person, watching the child with long hair and giddy strides from a far. I realized that my memories were nothing more than an impression of what once was my world, like Monet's paintings of passing scenes. My memories were dominated by moods, not visual details. It's just a mood that builds a memory.