Walk with me tonight. Though I cannot see you, I feel you here. I want to talk about us; I want to talk about time. I want to go back to the summer, to the winter, to the fall, to the spring. I fear if I do not remember these times, they will be lost and forgotten, cold and alone, one day these memories will fade away and be gone. Maybe we can remember the gist of it all, just not the feeling. Never the feelings: the warmth, the laughter, the heartbreak, the loss. So let’s walk, and I’ll take you back.