some title that means something about memories

After exiting the mall via the usual secret employee door following my shift today, I found myself stepping into the sunlight in the parking lot behind the Macy's and being hit, unexpectedly, by this tidal wave of nostalgia--the weather feels like early spring and early fall are fighting, and the result comes with beautiful blue skies, the sunshine uninhibited by the lazy white clouds just floating along, and the leftover storm breezes from last night sending leaves of all bright, warm colors into seemingly choreographed dances in the air. Memories of walking in similar weather, back when I walked everywhere to get anywhere, all leaked into my brain at once, each one fighting to be seen in my mind's eye.

I froze in place. Nostalgia is one of the few sensations that can stop me in my tracks, or sometimes knock me down, so I stopped.

It's weird to be homesick for a place where you only feel half at home. Where a good portion of the memories that reside in the people with which you made them, are gone because those people left.

I never expected that place to have such a hold on me.

Fuck.