This must be the day for clearing out memory space. Second divorced a year ago. Involved a month now with someone who I hope sticks around. My dreams of a future with her need room. Going through a big pile of photos putting them into categories. My youth, first marriage, daughter, second marriage, ancestors. The marriage boxes will be taped shut. I hope I never feel compelled to open them again. I’m 64 and my girlfriend is 48. I hope I go out like a shooting start still burning with passionate love for her. Just in case, though, I’m keeping those taped boxes. She might dump me if I get to old and then I’ll need something to reminisce over while waiting to let go of all this beautiful minutia and merge back into the macrocasm.