Nostalgia

Nostalgia for me is always triggered by and then surrendered to words. 

'We were flying too close to the sun. I think back and can’t quite believe that we ever got anything done in the heat, when not even the dogs bothered to move from their shaded asylums and flies didn’t have the energy to be inconvenient.'

 

 

Part of a true story I lived in long ago. You can find the full story here.