I met her.

So long ago I had almost forgotten.

Familiar was the feeling,

more important than

Forgetting

She was familiar.

A long-legged bug on the ground.

Giggles

Another memory sparked, resurfacing joy shared.

Then

Now

Cold white under metal foot.

Crunching

Toes curling, holding onto warmth. Fearing the opposite.

Her hands clenched in pockets for the same.

Warmth

A gold crown celebrating aging, almost forgotten.

Until strangers smiles, sparked ours.

And we remembered.