A Cold Wind Blew

And brought to me forgotten memories
As though my life were to pass by in the next few seconds,
And I never to see it return again...

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As I stepped outside my door, the cool damp air met my skin, and a smell I had forgotten for what seems now like ages filled my nostrils with its sweet perfume. The strange turn in the weather brought me back to a time before the battered shack in the field of dreams. It brought me to a cold land far in the north, where two boys met and played, and lost what they thought they knew and loved during the War. It brought me back to a place called Devon, and a hope for a future that no one could have. It brought me to a friendship where he played a solemn nocturne on a flute in the mist, and I wandered below with a sword, practicing against unseen demons; though I smiled then. I smile now, but it was more.... more...

My thoughts trail away from me now. It is something I expect. I seem to recall this happening before, but as soon as I am away from the feeling, I forget ever having it. This time I was determined to remember. To reminisce and to record its occurrence, no matter how little sense it makes. So that I may not forget...

But it is so easy...