We never really forget anything, we just don't consciously remember everything. You don't think about the kids in your first grade class all those years ago. You don't think about what you had for dinner even two months ago, and you barely remember that fender bender you were in a year ago. There's lots and lots of stuff that's buried somewhere in our vast mind, there if we need it but mainly forgotten. We tend to be more concerned with the day to day things, like what's for dinner, should I clean the bathroom or watch my favorite TV show tonight, and, or course, checking the email. But every now and then you take a moment and pull out a special memory and relive it in your mind and it becomes real again. You remember and bring that special feeling alive again. I just made a new one of those times to remember.
It was one evening this past week and my sister was visiting from Ohio. Diane, myself, and our sister-in-law decided to drive into the foothills and away from the city lights to look at the stars. It was a nice late summer evening, still warm outside, and the city lights did look beautiful as we drove out of town and up to the higher elevation. The windows were down and a cd was playing. We talked a little, but mostly just watched the night settle in and the stars peek out.
I pulled off the road around a curve that blocked the valley below and we stepped out into the darkness. The crickets and night insects sounded loud in the quiet around us. You could smell the dust and the scent of sage in the air. A bright half moon shone overhead surrounded by God's most beautiful stars. We stood on that quiet mountain road, in the moonlight, under the stars, and with the song "Spirit In The Sky" playing in the background, we danced.
It is a memory I cherish and one I will pull out and relive often.