Not everyday and not everytime, there come moments when you feel that time has stalled. Niceties of your past hit you momentarily, nostalgic, you feel drooling over valleys that exist in the lalaland.
However, when such a times occur the ambience transforms and air blows past you like a gentle breeze. Is it really your past that drives the sanity out of you or is it the present...or could it be the prospect. I think the response is a blend of all. You tend to see the past in present hoping the prospects are even brighter.
And then it doesn't matter whether sun shines or moon lits up, all seems just too gentle just too benign to doubt that you aren't in Alice's Wonderland.
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