String of Failures

She strikes at you when you least expect it

You might be left humming happily or totally devastated

The scientists relate such an event to the brains

The artists, to the heart

Like the rain

She may be dismal or torrential

                                Memory...

For me,

Its the unprecedented weather

The sip of the freshly brewed coffee

The quest to forage for food in the middle of the night

The thought of tantalizing gastronomy

And being hungry together 

The presence of comfort

Uncertainties

Determination

A sense of belonging

Reflections of not only the moon in the pond

The rush, the activities and the upbeat

The diversity of my companions

 You resurface from my memory lane

 Stop it!

Memory memory, you are failing me...