July, 5, 1994. London. My first night outside of the states. I am 21. Home—Mountain View Flew out of SFO. 2021 a color of a memory a photo of our son she needed you to show her remember just a bit riving on those roads landing on that lake that water plane Alaska tapas Cha cha cha’s sangria in spain San Francisco crisp, warm, lemony— calamari fritto scatter, float, fall I wanted to remember wavy golden seas of leave no memory too small 2021 no calls, photos, zoom but i can see you your glowing screens 1992 NASA editing room memories are colors scents— shades of light songs, words in songs — 1994 Us. We loved to write.