Nostalgia

Nostalgia

Decembers years ago, we lived in cold, wintry climes. Not always, but often. Rhode Island, Washington DC, Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania. Bare trees, bleak sky. Bitter cold, freezing wind, overcast and drear, icy roads, snowplow scraping by during the night, and the salt truck rumbling by, sidewalk and driveway to shovel, icy windshield to scrape. A freezing car to shiver into for the drive to work through filthy snow piled high on either side of the road. Nostalgic: my heart and mind would be in Florida, Bay County, along St. Andrew Bay -- where, in nostalgic vision, it would be a proper December, damp, chilly fog in the evening and early morning, yielding to a warm day, sunshine, even balmy. Longing to be home.

From my upstairs front porch looking across the Bay, Tuesday morning was overcast, damp and chilly, foggy mist on the Bay -- just as my imagination had visualized all those evenings and mornings years ago. Made me nostalgic for my December days of nostalgia for home.

Nostalgia for nostalgia? Nostalgic for days of being nostalgic for home? Choose: dream or reality. Yesteryear or 2011.

The MacBook camera does not capture the brilliant sunrise that the eye sees this morning.

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