Nostalgia, Part II.

Oh sweet nostalgia.

Nostalgia for

late nights

watching Catfish last summer.

Nostalgia for

running on Slate Canyon Drive

with Katilin

when I was training

for my half-marathon.

Going to weddings

makes me nostalgic

for James & Tash's wedding

because it was perfect.

I got on the 830 bus this week,

and even the smell

made me nostalgic.

I love nostalgia,

because it reminds me

that I have a nice life,

even if I don't notice it

until after the fact.

I love nostalgia

because it reminds me

that my heart is big enough

that anything

can become dear to me--

even the smell of a bus.