Suddenly, a text

“Heya, I’m in town for a spell, mind if I come up?”

No mind. Come right up

And so, there was talking, laughing, reminiscing, the impromptu singing of Regina Spektor songs. The old slow dance when reaching the chorus of Us, remembered only in muscle memory. For the briefest of moments, things were as they had once been, a re-enaction of the ages

Like all moments, this too passed. It brought a smile to the soul nevertheless, a reminder of things past and a promise of things to come