“So live that your memories will be part of your happiness”

It only takes the little things to make you realize what's lacking in your life. The subtle details, the muffled yet still audible sounds, or the daily activities that have become routine. Throughout the course of this week I have com to realize how much I don't want to spend the rest of my summer in Holly Springs. At work last week a can a saline burst in an aisle. The very instant that the salt registered within my sense of smell, for a split second I felt like I was back in Louisiana. For that moment, I relived stepping outside my dorm room in the morning to be met by soothing salty breeze. In that instant, I felt like I was a passenger on a tiny water vessel navigating down the bayou. During that time, my world stopped. Time stood still. And then the moment passed. Reality regained control of my consciousness. 

My dad and I went out for coffee Saturday morning. We stopped in Global Village. Inside was the Hillsborough Street Fiddler, accompanied by a friend on guitar. The duo played harmoniously the entire length of our visit. For a few seconds, I revisited the first week of my freshman year. I remember buying books, drinking coffee, or just hanging out on Hillsborough Street while the Fiddler composed background music. Until this Saturday, the background music of the Fiddler had gone unnoticed, by me at least.