Every location has its moments weather wise, but I have yet to feel anything quite as satisfying as the perfect Hawaii evening. It almost felt that way here this morning, only it was bit too chilly for that.
They say that smell is the strongest memory inciter. I wonder how weather factors into this. Certain temperatures and feelings just send me back. A breeze blows past and for a moment, if only, I am somewhere else, under another sky, suspended in another time another place another set of mind.
It is nice to one second be crossing the hard concrete street, too early in the morning, and within the next step be sinking your toes into the cool wet sand of the shore, waiting for the ocean to rush and greet your ankles, the air a gentle hug, memories of the sun streaking the sky.
They say that smell is the strongest memory inciter. I wonder how weather factors into this. Certain temperatures and feelings just send me back. A breeze blows past and for a moment, if only, I am somewhere else, under another sky, suspended in another time another place another set of mind.
It is nice to one second be crossing the hard concrete street, too early in the morning, and within the next step be sinking your toes into the cool wet sand of the shore, waiting for the ocean to rush and greet your ankles, the air a gentle hug, memories of the sun streaking the sky.
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