A Bookend

Homeward bound, and I am excited. Still, I look at this time and already, a nostalgic aura grows. So it is with everything in my life. In an instant, an experience becomes a memory. That memory becomes a warm, comfortable respite for my mind, like that old, worn sweatshirt that perfectly wraps around your torso, always making you feel at home. And so, this trips is already becoming that comfortable sweatshirt. On cold and rainy days, I will pull it over my head with a sigh of satisfaction as I fondly remember these seventeen days of adventure, romance, and a growing peculiar joy.