The nostalgia for those times with you are as a dream the keeps on returning to kiss greater life into my soul.
Nostalgia is the parachute and the elevator.
Why have nostalgia if it does not infect you with happiness?
By the door was a woven mat, fashioned from rustic strings, enriched with the mud of thousands of boots - a testimony to the life that dwelled in the house. Natalie smiled as if she could hear the laughter of the children as they returned with new memories of the woodland, infused with the sound of the streams so full after rain. The door mat could have been replaced years ago, its edges were frayed and curled, but it was still here. Sebastian had had the floor polished, the curtains made anew and the walls painted... yet still it remained, giving treasured mind-photographs, the best kind of life-nostalgia.
In that nostalgic sepia memory, you are the only bright thing.