That moment when you open an old file and find an old saying.
An old[er] photograph.
Words, like smells carry memories.
Found this image on an old hard drive and it brought me back to when I was just beginning to dream.
This image brings me right back to being fifteen, face stuffed in a book in the back of the library, scribbling sayings in a little book -not because I knew what they meant and wanted to remember the idea behind them, but because they sounded beautiful when I read them out loud. Mostly to myself.
Sometimes to others.
The name Winston always reminds me of this quote, while Churchill always reminds me of a white hotel in the mountains and a photograph of a man on a bicycle. What words carry strong memories in your world?