Nostalgia has been strong the last few days. I miss the simple things that made me happy.
Meeting friends for coffee.
Drinking at a bar.
Small talk in a shop.. at the office, in the street.
The hiss of steam and smell of coffee in a cafe… misty windows from wet coats.
Smiling at strangers.
Going to parties, singing karaoke, dancing.
Feeling the base play in your bones at a concert.
Seeing family, seeing friends. Shared experiences.
Overhearing stories on public transport.
Street buskers and performers.
The smell of an ice rink.
Visiting new places… meeting new people.
Most of all, I miss having the freedom to choose how to live my life and to see the people that are a part of it. The good and the bad.