-WAVES OF MEMORY-

I walked through the pillow soft snow, feet sinking beneath the surface with every step forward. Mind wandering and wondering what I'd be seeing. My dad says the man we are meeting is his father. But I know his father. The grandfather I've known my whole life is not really my father's father apparently. Walking into new terrain with a limited artillery, but undeniably unafraid. However, I am also undeniably curious. I don't remember this person clearly. Images from the past fogged by the present and passerby thoughts. I wait at the door; the portal to my past. My dad walks to the front as the beholder of keys to my locked up, seemingly vacant, memories. He turns the brass knob quick and sure as if he'd been opening it his whole life. I see his face. The father to my father. My grandfather. I see a living ghost, and the door is unlocked. Waves of memory crash; unstoppable.