Making memories from which we can extract beautiful stories, get inspired, but also to remember goodness and positivity in times when our moral is at its lowest. A picture, a season bathed in light, the sea, and our olfactory is set in motion.

Sentimental Epiphanies 
Strange and odd and eerie
Just like a season 
I once knew, oh so well
There where sentiments 
Seemed sentient and true
And the hours eternal, aeternus
And as I lounged the shore
Heavy hearten with epiphanies 
Of the wonderful, over waters
Right under a sky not so blue
While walking on granules 
I waved to a wishing well
Eyes instilled of death 
And of immense life too
And sentimental epiphanies 
Stir the remembrance of thy shape
And I remembered that season 
I once knew, oh so well.
-Eiravel-