it’s funny, sometimes a flash of something from before feels like a whisper in the ear, almost familiar, but then the actual sensation of this moment, the sun making my eyelids warm, just washes it all away, like a tide pulling back on sand. it's not a forgetting, exactly, more like the memory just doesn't have the same pull anymore, not when every cell in my body feels this loose, this completely light. cosmo just ran past, kicking up spray, and that's the realest thing there is.