Re: memories and dreams
once driving on a beautiful summer sunday i stopped for lunch at a small town. the houses were kept in good shape, all clean, people friendly. near the diner was a park with people having a picnic. benches on the grass, colorful umbrellas, kids playing with *****, balloons, a pond with swans, and the band playing on.
just like in the old movies. i had to stay there for a few minutes to soak into that atmosphere of happiness, that will carry with me forever .
from time to time i like to open the treasure chest of my memories and bring this wonderful dream-like scene back.
memories are made of this.