For the time being, please stop here. Let ghost memories swirl around you. Envelope you like a late winter fog smothering the last remnants of snow.
Stop running. Memories have no legs, but cannot be outrun for they are experts in the art of pursuit, relentless in the chase.
Stand firm. Relinquish power to the moment. Enjoy the leaf blessed with vivid colors as it floats down the stream. Experience its journey. The beauty of a single leaf touches the spirit more than the memory of a hundred trees.
Surrender. Azure skies remain despite the gray. Even the tiniest bird can soar above the clouds. Flex its wings in even the strongest wind.
For the time, being please stop here. Be the hunter, not the prey. Find strength, not solitude. Ghost memories need not haunt you.