tonight as i came back from the local dinner meet, i arrived home to find the cloud cover had broken already. i looked up, and saw only two or three stars, a great void, and thin cloud edging this large hole in the sky. i kept staring for a moment, only to realize, this...thing. this great void i used to know plastered with tiny shining dots... i couldn't remember what it looked like anymore.

when i was young, i went to summer camp every year starting from when i was only three years old. the night sky was something that was as familiar to me as a baby blanket or stuffed teddy is to a child; but after i stopped going to camp, i stopped looking up. days became months, months to years, and now i realize i have forgotten.

this on its own wouldn't bother me. it's as simple as a drive out into the country, or even calling up the camp to come visit again, but it was the thought that came with it that really made me feel uneasy. theres not much of my days as a child i actually do remember anymore. all my friends i loved so much; as a kid i looked forward to seeing them each year, and now...i cant even remember what they look like, much less what they feel like, or sound like. the feel of the water running under the canoes on our out-trip, or even where we went... times i thought i would never forget are almost entirely washed away by time. the real question here is, what else have i forgotten? what could we all have forgotten, that was a pillar for who we were, but maybe left behind?

i guess symbolism isn't just in novels, for it would seem that like the memories we hold, the city lights blot out all but the brightest of the night time stars.