Sunshine and memories

Summer is clearly on its way. My sandals are out, I dip my feet in the lake, and I'm sunburnt already. Yet, the return of the sun also brings the return of memories that I've been avoiding of late. A visit to a town across the lake brings things back. The last time I was here and who I was with. Some feelings don't change. They may hide, mutate, or dip under the surface, but they are always there. And I know right now that I miss that face and that voice. And I wish that things might be different.