Memories of Carefree Summer Nighs Essay - 596 Words

Sighing, I pushed the door open to the cafe, turning my collar down and absentmindedly shaking the rain off my umbrella. In stark contrast to the cold outside that flushed cheeks and threatened frostbite, I revelled in the warmth that seeped through my bones and the cordial ambience that filled the room. Smiling, I greeted familiar faces, making my way through the tables to my usual spot. I sat down, adjusting my skirt as I settled into the comfortable chair. My wrinkled fingers traced patterns on the steamed glass of the window beside me as I waited to order, staring almost enviously at the young couple a table ahead, clearly still in the awkward adolescent stages of their relationship. Times change, I thought, more than you ever expect†¦show more content†¦Yet here I was. Alone, left only with my memories – and how much could they do? My eyes lingered on the girl a seat away, so captivated by her book that not even my colourful memories would draw her attention. I remembered the days when a book could capture my attention, too. The carefree summer nights spent in the old barn down in the country, where the musty air would be filled with our chatter. The parties where the drinks could be any colour imaginable, the memories irreplaceable, and the laughter unforgettable. I closed my eyes as the memories flew through my mind, surprisingly vivid and bright. I remembered my father’s words as he told me that memories would be the only thing I would have, in the end. He told me that even after everyone was gone, I would still have the souvenirs I had collected from the landmarks of my life. In that moment, I felt like I was waking from a dream, slowly and wearily. I blinked, as my eyes hazily started to focus on the window pane, and realisation dawned on me as I watched two raindrops carving a glistening path through the fog of the glass. I realised my father was right. I’d experienced all the moments I’d forgotten I ever had, the moments I thought were worth nothing. I’d finally comprehended that they meant everything to me in the world; and that they were worth more to me than anything else I couldShow MoreRelatedMario and the Magician18314 Words   |  74 PagesThomas Mann MARIO AND THE MAGICIAN The atmosphere of Torre di Venere remains unpleasant in the memory. From the first moment the air of the place made us uneasy, we felt irritable, on edge; then at the end came the shocking business of Cipolla, that dreadful being who seemed to incorporate, in so fateful and so humanly impressive a way, all the peculiar evilness of the situation as a whole. Looking back, we had the feeling that the horrible end of the affair had been preordained and lay