About Last Night...
I think I posted two things last week about the feelings of peace, etc.
Last night, crossing the oval under a clear twilight blue sky, smelling spring in the air (finally!), seeing the William Oxley Thompson Memorial Library backlit with a deep red halo from the sunset, and watching the stars begin to appear was definitely one of those moments for me.
I not only wanted so badly to get a photograph, but also find a way to capture and bottle the entire sensory experience.
Spring is here.
It's funny, the memories you can have associated with a time of night, an area, a temperature, a clear sky, a scent...
I wanted so badly to call Zandy.
I remembered what made me so happy when I moved here when she and I were 17. It was that feeling. That was also the feeling that made me cry when I left, and, deep down, need to come back when my time was done at that other place.
Not because this is my city. Not because I intend to stay here forever, because I don't know that I will. But, that once and occasional feeling.
Maybe that's why people come back?