You ever sit somewhere quiet, and just let the world go on without you for a moment? There's this funny thing that happens with time. It's like you close your eyes and every tick of the clock echoes something different, a murmur of memories weaving in and out of your mind. Almost like a story, but one you've never written down.
I remember this one summer, years back, when the air smelled like freshly cut grass, and laughter was the only soundtrack I needed. We rode bicycles down the hill, racing to nowhere in particular. Those days were endless in the best possible way, weren’t they? A bit of breeze in the hair, sun warming the skin, those were the echoes of paradise.
And there’s the time when you forgot your way, not physically lost, but emotionally. You know the kind, where every street seems familiar, yet, you’re searching for something that isn’t there. Or the sweet scent of nostalgia that hits you unexpectedly when you least anticipate it.
Remembered and forgotten, all at once. Like a whisper from the past, asking you to pause, to listen.