Hauntings

Poignant old lyrics that I had memorized in junior high when the school play (back on another river) was the Spoon River Anthology.

But once having left you can never return
There is no going back there is only the yearn
You're haunted, you're hunted wherever

you roam
Spoon River, Spoon River is calling you home

For the river is time and it flows toward

the sea
And in leaving its banks you are free,

you are free
But you're haunted, you're hunted wherever

you roam
Spoon River, Spoon River is calling you home

Nostalgia is rampant these days.

image:   Claude Monet, Bras de Seine près de Giverny