We all have memories, good and bad. I seem to be haunted by such. I enjoy the pleasant memories of course, like the memory of the sunrise this morning. it took me by surprise. and when I recall the explosion of color that splattered the horizon I find a peace within. Some memories cause me to smile and even laugh out loud at times, though no one is with me to share in the laughter. Other memories however, run down my face, and I wipe them away only to have them return .