I’ve recently been feeling quite nostalgic. I’ve contemplated life from many boulevards. The avenues have been a place for great remarks, but yet, I must confess, that my nostalgia grows on. Nothing has been able to bring me out of this fable – where everything is brighter. I’ve read stories from the past, journal entries from years ago, though they haven’t brought me back to reality. I’m stuck in a cloud of nostalgia, where memories rain down, and sun beams shine through. I’m floating on air, though I never fall down. I’m jumping in puddles, though I never get wet. I’m nostalgic for the past, the future is coming fast, and I hope these feelings last.