Memories Only Die When New Ones Are Not Made

He stopped and turned. The city he had lived in his entire life was soon going to slip over the horizon, perhaps never to be seen again. A sigh escaped his lips as joyful memories flooded his mind. There was still time to turn back. But for what? Memories?

He turned back toward the new horizon. There lay countless new possibilities free from the disappointments of yesteryear. On that horizon lay hope; lay life anew. To stay behind for memory’s sake would be to abandon what made those memories so meaningful.

The city sank into the horizon with the setting sun.