Nostalgia. Fear of the future. Omnipresent, I suffer from both most of the time. But, then there are moments like this weekend, when Dawn and I picked up iced teas at the new corner coffee shop, our Australian friends happened to be riding by on their bikes and cherry blossom petals fell from the sky like winged raindrops. Everything felt right, in the moment.
(Side note: I was also wearing my new shoes and my favorite jeans so there was probably a Prosac-esque outfitting mood enchancement also going on).