An Ode to Being Overly Nostalgic

Smelling the potent mixture of coffee, pine needle and morning freshness that would jolt you awake on family camping trips. Feeling, once again, the serene humidity of a tropical night so many years ago. Hearing, like the first time, the melody that accompanied so many of your ups and downs through high-school, when you had that crush, when you lost a friend. Rediscovering the trinket that links us to those who were once-loved and…