Feeling the past

I've been experiencing the feeling of the past. I can't identify the moment except that it is a good feeling. It's like the air is alive. I smell scents of the outside, this old home's bones breathing. I remember first coming to PA with so many hopes and dreams. I thought I had found my partner for life.

I don't have sad feelings. I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top, triggering days outside camping or kayaking. I can feel the wet sand under my feet. I imagine taking my kayak and placing it on the water. The coffee pot on the stove triggers memories of the first cup, in the woods of a campground in New Jersey. Our tent collecting insects and inchworms. I remember laying in the sleeping bag, watching the slow movement of an upsidedown worm traveling on the roof, silhouetted by the sunlight behind the nylon.

Not all triggers are bad.

Comments (2)

Hilow
The entire structure of the mind is either past or feature, cannot identify itself with any moment, it slips like a silk worm and builds its cocoon like home in memory and plays off its dream drama; mind is an air pollution.
The feelings are sorted by memories and everyone lives in their polluted dream world, when the pollution settles down is when mind becomes extinct.....there are no other triggers except in memory...Old Brain farts releasing its gases...It happens to me every time.
Palmfrond
Or could it be the olives? confused
surprizeme: "Muir Woods"(meet us in the poems)

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