And ... suddenly nostalgia caught me,
as falling leaves in Autumn
as bare trees in July
as sunset on Monday in a late winter evening
as smoke from dry leaves, straight up into the windless sky an afternoon in May.
as box of old photographs a rainy day
as dinner with leftovers from lunch on a Sunday night
as thousands kilometers traveled
and millions words spoken...
And someone asks to me: Are you sad?
No, I reply, nostalgia is not sadness.
Sadness is memory telling us never more.
Nostalgia is only the memory coming to visit us.