There’s a certain way the light hits the side of a building
warm rays bouncing off in a pool of light that make you stop and remember the feeling of another moment & a cozy wash comes over you, nostalgia for some small space in time you once occupied
a blip of an instance
Sweet, distant, but familiar.
The scent of the air, the buzz of the afternoon glow.
Was it another dream or some day from a year you can barely recall but a place you’d recognize in an instant?
It all blends together
Honey & wheat & warm milk
when you hold onto memories like gold
to replay when the scenery is a little dull
or perhaps, reminiscent of another time.

Funny thing, they are, these flashbacks. They seem to come more at the change of a season,
the signal of a themed phenomenon about to replay again.
So your mind goes searching for another time you felt this way. The cycle repeats.
No, not now- logic is too precise here.
I’d rather leave it in the haze.
It’s nice to have some pleasant mystery to come find me again.
it feels like coming home