I think it's nostalgia. That sweet feeling made out of longing. Remembering the days at the beach, in our youthfulness. Laughter echoing in the sand, staying present in everything. The younger we were, the less real the past was. The less needy we were of the future. We just naturally stayed in the moment, without knowing we were in the most unending time of our…
ChristinaJuly 24, 2020