"I can't stop your memory."

I have a deep propensity for memories. I remember so much . . . not due dates or appointments, but important things. There are certain perfectly controlled climates and instances that make my memory of events and people and feelings infinitely sharper. Today is one of those days.

When the wind chaps my lips and the cold bites my skin, and every sharp intake of air travels through me to the point that my stomach feels a little colder, I remember so many things.

I remember sitting in my tree swing listening to The Sex Pistols because I was so hardcore. I remember raking leaves so I could jump into them before my dad was home. I remember begging my dad to make a fire and then forcing him to play guitar while we sat by it roasting marshmallows on wire hangers. I remember running barefoot in the creek even though it was fifty degrees.

I do not know what I will remeber about today, the first authentically fall day of this year. Maybe nothing.