Nostalgia in our own time

I was sitting on the porch, soaking in some mid-day sun, and I had the strangest thought:  This moment in time will never come again & I will, one day, long for it.  It was such an odd feeling; it was like going back in time to the last moment I felt that way.  Circa 1987…

I had skipped school on a sunny late spring day to ride my bicycle and breathe in the scent of freedom and fun and summer’s almost here.  Even then, I knew I had to hold on because the days are going to fly by.

I’m not entirely sure what triggered it.  The nice weather?  The peaceful atmosphere?  The dual-cassette deck I dragged home from the D.A.V. shop?  Music from a time when life was a dream?

At any rate, I had a fantastic day of shopping (lots of pink and green frilly things!) and I am now enjoying a lazy day in the sun.  The grass is mowed.  The bills are paid.  All is well!