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Leaving the office this evening, I was greeted by an unexpected mist of rain. 9:30 P.M., the clock read. I paused and stood in front of the storefront window staring at the wet pavement. I might have been better prepared for the second coming of Jesus Christ.

Driving home, the mist turned into light but steady drops. Suddenly I remembered my poor neglected rosemary tree out in the balcony. Remembrance, they say it means.

Eventually, we will forget to remember. If we're lucky, we will realize later that we forgot to remember. But it's not today and it won't be tomorrow. The oblivion will come later, some day, a distant day of aftertime.