What do they call this feeling?

Nostalgia?

It's thick with the scent of candy floss and fresh grass after the rain.
It sounds like the sharp tinkers of the piano that's muffled on the edges.
It tastes like charred meat left too long on the barbecue and over boiled eggs.
It's a room with the breaking sunlight falling on the contours of wooden furniture.
It's the buzzing theme park with its bright lights and dizzying rides, people huddled together.


Sweet nights on top of a double decker bed, reading an old oversized book of fairytales...