I’m currently sitting here at work, looking out the window. It’s a beautiful winter’s day with a robin’s egg coloured sky, and fluffy white clouds. The sun is shining, and you can hear the sound of rustling leaves as a breeze whispers through the trees.
I don’t know what it is, but days like this really remind me of my hometown: childhood memories of playing in my backyard, schoolyard memories of lunch with friends on the field, college memories of walking on campus.
The ordinary moments which have become the “good old days”.
“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” – Dr Seuss―