Birds of winter

Birds of winter

Its funny when you think of with what ease the mind can remember things of no significant importance. And yet things that are, can’t be recollected from the mists of ones memory, even if ones life depended upon it. Still some fragrance or sound could help the probing thoughts of remembering, and once again shine light on something one really had hoped on forgetting. Yes it was funny, when you thought of it.
He opened his eyes, and held them open even though the remains of a good nights sleep and the light coming through the window were making them sting. Finally after several minutes of keeping them opened he closed his eyes, breathing deeply as the warm liquid streamed down his cheeks on both sides until they were soaked up by the white pillow casing. He hadn’t cried in nine years, doing it this way didn’t count perhaps, but at least it made him feel like a human being again. He let himself float of into whatever dream his tired mind could produce, while ...