Distant Echo

Personal memory by Michael DiRosa

2000Briarcliff Manor, NY, USA

As a child, I remember I would walk with my siblings and neighbors a quarter mile to our school bus stop. I have a distinct memory of a birdcall, long and mild tenored, that I would hear at that early morning place. We've since moved across town, and about 20 years have passed. The town has developed more over the years, and I never hear that bird call in the early mornings. I can't quite replicate it, but only hear it as a distant echo, and I know that when I hear it again I will hear it with not only nostalgia but hope.