Nostalgia

You ever have those bits of nostalgia, just random frames from a past viewed through rosy lenses? I'm having quite the attack this morning - for a time I know was fairly tormented while I was living it, but in hindsight was one of the best times of my life. My only regret was that I didn't live freer, didn't let go of my ego and my preconditions. Hiking through mud and puddles that had transitioned into full-on ponds. Rigged rope ladders down perilous cliffs and encounters with wildlife rarely shared with anyone else. Running from tides and forceful driftwood, grabbing our dry clothes and bounding over the dunes to safety. Bocce Ball on a beach somewhere, waiting for breaks and chasing waves through the car window. Bonfires with NFA-er's, and sleeping in the SUV, only to wake up to sand and the most beautiful sunshine I've ever seen.