Sometimes memories come out of now where, just like the breeze, you can't see it coming and then it is there. I was going about my day when the sound of the wind chimes caught my ear. Just like that, I could see Kathy three years ago, untangling and hanging them up for me.
I remember sitting on the deck at my granny's house, listening to the wind chimes fashioned out of all her old keys.
I remember calling home and talking to my mom, I knew it had to be a nice day there, the kitchen door was open and I could hear the wind chime out on the front porch.
Then , the breeze stops, the chimes quiet , and I turn on the vacuum cleaner.