Sometime around 3 am last night thunder cracked so loud overhead I thought the sky would split open. After that a tremendous rain fell. I lay in bed thinking of my first summer with C, in the tiny little carriage house. It rained so much that summer. Powerful thunderstorms that would flood the streets. My favorite part of summer.
The garden there had a lovely lilac, and even though the house was so small that all of our newly combined furniture practically bumped up against each other, it was small enough that when I brought lilacs in I could smell them wherever I was. I'm feeling very nostalgic about that tiny house today...a good time to day dream about new work, I think.
What makes you feel nostalgic? I'd love to know.