Memories

     The new day arose. ___ would see a permeating translucent haze of light in the room almost ethereal as it were like the time when he wondered if he were floating in a cosmic sea that he could not only touch but smell. The rain outside oriented his thoughts about the early eighties or late seventies, he couldn't tell so clearly. His father appeared younger to him as did his mother, even while arranging food in a manner that seemed like then not the day before when it were 2010, and as for the store, the store seemed to hold some key to this past, as if walking into a product time warp, he couldn't help but think of an old Italian eatery whose red white vinyl clothed plaid tabletops sat nearby a lit glass counter containing any number of goods, bare aging brick walls fashioned with old pictures of the town, or maybe he confused this with another place. He had memories of an old stone house building that were converted as a library, and the nearby Presbyterian stone church stood with a nearby plot of green. He used to love traversing the stone walls then during the summer at times with other kids whom were brought along to the generally adult social function. The church basement wood floored gymnasium were sometimes rented for the purpose of social activities, old boy scout photos adorning the walls dating to the early twenties, thirties , and later maybe. Now the church were closed and fenced off. Maybe someone would buy this for renovations, or at least provide upkeep? At least an old antiques place named 'Old Pryde' still existed. The nearby drugstore had changed hand many times. The once artist supply shop, Keith Coldsnow were converted into a mechanics shop. And anything else? 'Why this memory resurfacing now', he thought? Maybe it weren't meant for him exactly except in some strange consolation. Maybe it should seem to resurface something of a feeling, of memories, or maybe it were a conduit of past to present, that his past should see him in the future. Someone must have remembered the Italian place though, although it were exactly in the same space, but in a now adjacent space next to it. The once music vinyl shop Soundgarden disappeared long since ago, in nearby vicinity tattoo parlors stood. Someone decided to reopen the corner restaurant again, although a less seedy more upscale eatery this time around. Clint's comics were long since gone.  Not sure if the old wood floored bar Harlings still existed, ___ hadn't been there in years.