Monday, August 21, 2006 -- 7:11 PM

Something strange happened to me this morning. I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and got into my car as usual, but then as I merged onto the freeway I began to smell my heater, and it smelled like winter. I suddenly missed it a lot, realizing that I would not be here for the first snowfall of the season and experience the excitement and joy of it. Last year, being away from home, it was the first time that I really thought about it in a really nostalgic way, as much as I've always loved it.

It seems like more and more of my feelings these days are contaminated with nostalgia, and as nice as it seems I don't like it. It makes me ask myself why I can't still enjoy my life like I used to, but if I'm honest with myself I'll finally admit that those days were the same as these days, and the future is the same as the past. This realization, when it truly comes, I am sure will be a nice one and as warm as some apple cider under a brightly-lit tree.