All of the Feelings

The memories are infinite
They are very diverse, the objects of my memory
They flow from people to place to moment to minute to word to smile to laugh.
Even though the subjects come and go, the feeling, the atmosphere, is the same.

The color of the feeling is half-baked sunlight.  The magical hour just before sunset.  Between afternoon and dusk.
A deep, shimmery golden with a tinge of purple at the edges.
The feeling itself is happy. Deeply at peace and permanently content.
No one to disappoint and no one disappointed.  My responsibilities were easily reachable and the constant prize was a hug.  So many hugs.
How many?
All of them.

How many smiles?
All of them.
How many laughs?
All of them.
How many musics?
All of them.

I miss them all.  They were the best solid ten days of my life I have yet lived.
I will cherish them always and the people are some of my favorite.

There are others, this is certain. But the majority live there, here, in my heart, everywhere.