Today, Sunday, the 21st of February 2016, feels like nostalgia. The warm weather reminds me of things I did in years past, when it felt like this.
Today feels like
A run around Salem Lake in high school;
Building a brick path between my house and my neighbor's, one that has since been removed;
Easter in Lebanon;
A morning overlooking the harbor in Copenhagen;
Lifeguarding in the summer;
A run down le Lez in Montpellier on a Saturday morning;
Playing on the trampoline.
Today feels like
Building a brick path between my house and my neighbor's, one that has since been removed;
Easter in Lebanon;
A morning overlooking the harbor in Copenhagen;
Lifeguarding in the summer;
A run down le Lez in Montpellier on a Saturday morning;
Playing on the trampoline.
