Nice Memories

Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

Harlan Ellison

 This evening I caught sight of the vapour trail of an evening flight from an unknown land to an unknown destination. Many moons ago, the Time Traveller and I contemplated it from a different rooftop. Nice memories.