A point in time. A picture of space.
Captured with a device, to remind us.
Nostalgia. A feeling of love for the past. Reflecting on the feelings of a certain time. The feeling of a warm summers rain, how the large catalpa leaves stick to a bare foot. Making apple pies with Meme, her sacred recipe. The hot sun of a clear cape cod day, and how the salt flakes off your skin after a day on the ocean. The stillness of New England winter, the deep freeze, a windless night, snow blanketing everything, and the moonlight, reflecting so bright one could read a book. The sound of the ice growing on the pond at night, the frozen ground, hard. Walking on clear ,black ice, walking on water.
Even more specific, when the point in time is remembered with a feeling. Reflection on the past somehow emphasizes the feeling with the moment of the past. A feeling that us experienced now will feel different when we reflect on the present moment from the future. There seems to be some distortion of reality here, with reflecting in the past. Some glorification. It's obvious how "the good ol' days" became so popular, in our hearts. But how dies this occur? What is it about the past that we crave for? Is it familiarity? Do we have a sense of security knowing how the past affected our present, and when we are in the present, we are unaware of how that will affect the future?
I strive to experience nostalgia in the current moment, having full awareness that the present moment is always changing, and that the future is a constant, unknown. And how the past is continuously bring created. I only believe in this linear time as we experience it now, with our current limitations of the mind. But I am fully aware that time is a concept, created by us to help us understand our lives, and to organize.