anniversary

Anniversaries are important for humans. We grow in rings, like trees, I think. Mostly. I suppose there could be some people who would rather molt; shed their hard exoskeletons and are soft and vulnerable for a little while until they harden up. Maybe. That seems less likely. 

Anniversaries are important because they let us look forward and back. Like standing in between two mirrors. 

See, that sounds closer to what I'm thinking but still not quite right. Hmm.

I've been dreaming of cities. Vast, beautiful, cities. I walk their streets and listen to my footsteps. The cities are empty. I hear birds sometimes, and there are trees and grass and other living things, but no other people. It's peaceful. It feels like a garden but instead of flowers, someone planted buildings. It's daytime, always. I would hum to myself. I remember wondering if I'd ever hear my favorite songs again. The first couple times at least. It's the nature of dreams the we accept the premise, at first. As dreams repeat, I begin to recognize them and can bend the rules. I'm not afraid of the empty cities. I'm not looking for anyone, and I don't think anyone is looking for me. The cities are still a mystery, but I'm not too worried about it anymore. 

Today would have been an anniversary but now it isn't. My calendar still reminded me because I didn't think to turn it off. 

I'll probably not change it yet. Nights and days measure the passing of time and maybe that's just not personal enough. The anniversaries are my own. 

I'm sleepy now. Time to go walk in some cities.