I’m drawing on memories tonight, to bring me back to/keep me in a place of calm and relative happiness.
I’m remembering the feeling of sun on my skin, dry grass under my feet, and the sound of goat bells tinkling past. I’m remembering cold swimming pools, hot fries, and pinball machines. Finally, I’m remembering games of Uno around a table bathed in candlelight, cold Orangina or crème de menthe, and a symphony of cricket calls.
Beautiful times. and I keep them close now while I wait for more beautiful times to arrive.