Like Only Yesterday

Some memories smell like water. The same water - river water, cool, slightly iron-tasting, mixed with sunshine and old summer vows. When an encounter happens by the shore, and life seems to click onto a new track - without announcement, without warning. Then time does its thing: it silvers the hair, washes away the traces from the sand, leaving only a faint echo where laughter and splashing can still be heard.

And yet there are feelings that the years cannot command. They just hang in the air, like a favourite melody that sounds like it was played yesterday. Nostalgia without anguish - warm, like an evening after a thunderstorm. When the past does not let go, but does not weigh you down, just quietly reminding you: not everything that has flowed down the river is gone forever.