I guess you could say I'm feeling nostalgic today.
My father and I were driving home from Springfield. Not satisfied with whatever CD he was playing, I popped in Classical Gas by Mannheim Steamroller. (What!? They have albums that aren't Christmas themed? Yes. They do.) I was instantly taken back eleven or twelve years. My mind didn't point to any specific memory, but rather impressions. I felt as though I had listened to this very CD, sitting on the worn couch at my family's cabin. I could nearly hear and feel the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. I could almost smell fresh brewed coffee and cinnamon. I could almost see my sweet mom cooking tomato soup over the gas-fire stove.
We'd also take picnics there in the summer. Chicken salad sandwiches, cokes, sketchpads and books.
These memories and impressions bring such joy to my heart, along with a twinge of sadness. I hope I can bring my (future) family to the cabin someday. Resurrect old traditions, tell my (future) kids about what a sweet lady their grandma was.
I could go on, but I'll stop here, before the tears come. ;)