Most of the memories from my life have already faded. Without outside support and help, I forget much of my past life. Of course, there are flashbacks and fleeting memories, and I call them fleeting because if I don't focus quickly and intensely on them, they disappear as soon as they appear.

Time rolls by just as fast, and I find myself again in the position of choosing a walk to share with you. As walking now seems to be the main activity outside the household, I find it hard to choose between the almost daily options, such as when we walk with our granddaughter in the nearby park or on the neighborhood streets, and... # # ... walks, also repetitive, in the relatively remote center of the city.

It's been a while since I've written about an exhibition, and it's not because I don't have anything to write about. The cause is that it is more difficult, at least for me, to start such an initiative because it requires more time and more quiet to concentrate on the subject.

My memory has been giving me more and more surprises lately, most of them are unpleasant, but sometimes wonders happen. I remembered, almost out of nowhere, a series of documentaries about astronomy by Carl Sagan. The famous "Cosmos: A Personal Voyage

For some, it's a celebration; for others, it's not, but it was a ceremony that's worth seeing, I think, because even though it's familiar to many (over two billion Christians), it's unique every time, like everything that happens around us.

This is how spring starts there, where I grew up. Not only that, but it also manifests itself in various ways, differing from day to day, and I still recall a few, even though it has been over sixty years since I had these memories.