there is something enchantingly familiar about today. the way the sunlight falls. the way the wind brushes my skin. the warm earth beneath my feet. it smells like a memory. I only wish i knew which and when. the day, or perhaps the nostalgic link, unharnesses my wanderlust. i yearn to meet the sea, to lie in grassy sun-soaked slopes, to walk a sandy stretch of desert; maybe in search of a long-lost time, place, friend. or maybe a long-lost me.