My mental filing cabinet holds a vivid memory of the last place I see someone. If I never see them again, in my mind they are trapped forever in that place. My summer routines are completely different than my school year routines. This week, I’ve revisited places that I haven’t been since school let out in May. Every time I feel that ghost, frozen in that place where I last saw them, I have to pause and let the memories flood over me. I know that as the school year continues, the pauses will get shorter and the flashes will replay faster. Much too soon, we’ll have summer break and next fall will be here. Then, it starts all over again. It’s actually a really warm, comfortable feeling and the vividness of it is something I want to hold. Forever.