Coming to the cottage left a strange feeling.
The memories flooded through the treeline as the stifling summer heat wrapped me in a hug.
Playing spin the bottle with the neighboring children.
Laying in the hammock, trying to stay awake until the last firefly flitted away.
The first love, the first heartbreak, and now the last vacation,
The baby birds left the nest.
(six words)
If this is not nostalgic I dont know what is. It tugs on the heart. Wonderful.
Definitely brings me back in time and how quickly time passes!