A ragged, one eyed bear held dearly by a child. A solitary leaf blown around on the summer breeze. The smell of old books with turned corners. The sapling struggling for light beneath the mighty oak. The bounty discarded by the crabapple tree. An ill advised mullet. The opening chords of Born To Run Kurt Cobains smile.
All these things bring you to me.
Funny how certain things can bring a person to mind and make you realise just how much you miss them.