the present life of memories

...today as i was driving, working
listening to Mozart's muzik i remembered
the time when my parents used to take me
and themselves on vacations by the black
sea... one summer
my father befriended a hungarian couple
they had a beautiful daughter.
she sunbathed nude. i was 13
stealing glances of her naked body whenever i could staring
at her perky breasts and wherever else on her body
my eyes would land
imprinting her into me... she was 16
...and much freer than me...
whenever she caught my stare and wonder she gave a smile away...
on the last evening of that vacation we went together to the sea... she kissed
me, then laughed and taught me words, hungarian words... i
still remember some... then we ran back to the tents
where we sat by the bonfire... our parents were drinking beer and
munching on fried potatoes... i must've looked confusedly happy...
..........
i think of her today
and realize that she is now a woman middle aged by time...
very different from when i knew her
and wonder what she... doing right now
if anything at all...