Photo Friday #105

My mind's been in the past this week, thinking of summer. It happens a lot this time of year, as stress looms like a storm on the horizon. I close my eyes to see happier days behind the lids. The problem is when I get stuck there. Trapped in the rooms of memory, content to exist in the past. Where memories are painted over by the nostalgia that smooths their hard edges, dulling the pain and brightening the joy. This photo represents one such memory. Of long hikes in the summer sun. Of getting lost and laughing with friends. I've been slipping into those memories quite often, letting the remnants of their joy wash over me. In this period of stress and uncertainty it serves as a reminder of a peace that awaits once the storm settles.