Friday, August 29, 2008
A Memoir
I remember the grass as it blew upon the windy hilltop. The sun was shining, casting a warm glow upon the surroundings. The sun shining made everything seam so much brighter, both literally and figuratively. It always had done. I sat with her upon the windy hilltop, where she smiled at me. It was just a smile, and yet it was so much more. It seemed to communicate so many things I could not put into words, even if I'd wanted too. And I didn't. It meant so much more when it was left unsaid. And upon that hill we sat, not speaking, simply coexisting until the sun was setting in the western sky. Years later, I still come back to that hilltop with her, though I never went back. I recall it so vividly, although the details seam to slip away a little more each day. Some day I may return to that hilltop, though I doubt it will be the same without her there. Until the day I return however, I'm already there.
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I liked the style of your recall because you took a very different approach than I did when looking at the exact same assignment. Your poetic interpretation of a time on a hilltop with some unnamed girl contrasted sharply with my more literal description of my memory. Your description of the impossibility of putting thoughts into words really spoke to me, because I often find myself at a loss for words when moments of true import are upon me. I hope maybe some day you make it back to the hill.
Your approach to this memoir was remarkable in the sense that you are describing a moment based not on what occurred, but on your emotions during its occurrence. It is shocking for me to discover that, though I am not completely sure of what happened on that hill, I was still able to relate to the metaphors and symbolism that you illustrated, and was able to recreate and understand the importance of the moment.
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