Memory

She likes walking in the city alone. Looking at other people, strangers she stays in her own mind. She is thinking of her everyday things: what she'll cook later, that she needs to lose some weight, stuff about work. Then she might see something in the city, a person walking, a colour in a sign, something that reminds her of something from her past. When this happens, she instantly gets transported back into that memory, she gets transported somewhere in her past and she starts remembering things in detail. She starts remembering people that she had known in a distant past, for very little time and hasn't seen or thought of for years. She starts remembering songs she would dance to frantically. She starts remembering clothes she used to wear and now does not know where they are. She starts remembering of things she used to like, foods she used to cook and she no longer does.

This lasts some minutes. She might sit down on a bench and think about all this for a while. Or she might just keep walking and smiling. And then, as quickly and as suddenly as she was in that world, she leaves it again. And she is back to being herself, she is back to being in the now. And she forgets about all of these past memories, the treasures of the past until the next time something random will remind her.