One Of Those Memories

Things don't always with warning. In fact in most cases to something dramatic there is no warning at all. That's part of what makes it dramatic. last spring break I ventured to Arizona to visit my grandparents in the town of Mesa. I had been there before , but never by myself; it was always with my parents or sister. one day three of the trip I drove them to the mountains, to a place called Tortilla Flats. i place where a massive lake has formed in desertous hills. At that time of the year the flowers are in full bloom and just smelling the air around you is overwhelming. I'll never forget this day. It's one of those memories you hang onto for ever and the images are burned into the back of your eye lids like tattoos.