Psithurism

I was awoken by the sound of the trees. I mistook it for rain at first, then I remembered that the weather is totally dry these days. 

There is a name for this sound, I just couldn't remember it. As I googled it, I contemplated the fact that my memory has drastically weakened in the recent years. 

In 2016 I was set to start writing a draft for a book project. The book was going to be a memoir of a sort, the chapters a memory each. The memories are moments and contemplations from my life and its events up until that moment. 

I wonder now whether part of my weakened memory is due to the pain caused by dropping all those projects I had intended to finish.