Nostalgia

I had a moment on Friday. It was a feeling of nostalgia for a moment that I was currently experiencing. In the moment, I thought to myself, “in the future, I will feel nostalgic for this moment in time.”

After the genetics and evolution exam, Kristin, Sara, Bonnie, Kaki, and I went to Cacao in Virginia Highland for hot chocolate. The store reminded me of a European chocolate store. Clean walls. A glass display with beautiful handmade chocolates. A long bar with seating. The lights glowed a warm yellow and big windows faced the street. The windows framed the gray day. Autumn clouds hid the sun such that only a cool gray light snuck through the sky. The trees were on fire: golden and chestnut. Inside the chocolate boutique enveloped us in a feeling of warmth, highlighted by the grayness of the world outside. The warmth came from both the yellow lighting and the company of good friends. It was a feeling of fullness in spending time with good people, good conversation, and (of course) good chocolate. I wanted to freeze that moment, that autumn afternoon, that feeling. I wanted to save it like a clip from a movie so that I could revisit it (watch it from an out-of-body experience if you will) in later years.

Capture, save, revisit. Like a “feeling vault.” I’m imagining a hall (like the hall of prophecies in Harry Potter). The hall would have little orbs glowing all sorts of colors. The orbs would be lined neatly on shelves and there would be rows and rows of shelves. Each orb would hold a memory and it would be labeled with a feeling. And when I need to feel that feeling again, I could pick up the orb and revisit that moment in time.

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