nostalgia
Tonight I spent the evening on my old rooftop, at my old place. It, of course, inspired a bit of nostalgia…but not the type I had expecting at the time (or maybe the type expected in retrospect, since it didn’t dawn on me that those memories didn’t rush back in a flash till much later on).
I didn’t miss anything. I didn’t want to morph it back to the way it was. I was simply glad to be back in this place that had influenced so many of the good times of last summer, experiencing it anew and different than before. My present experience layering over what was tarnished in the past and building on what was once good.
Forward movement is key. Consistent building. Rolling with each change.
…kfc and best friends don’t hurt either. (smiles)
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