I think you know this. It’s what happens when someone close graces you with a visit, with their presence. Forever after, that particular restaurant, or deli, or museum, or stretch of beach, is connected to the time spent together.

“Oh, that’s the place where we…” “Do you remember when _______ was here and we stopped in there?”

That’s the place. We. Tagged with memory, changed into something more, in every way.

It was a visit, temporary.  It continues.