Thursday, January 27, 2011

A Whiff of Nostalgia

Last night I was looking through the window at what looked like a cluster of marshmallows on popsicle sticks. I inhaled the brisk, snow-saturated air and it smelled of a quintessential winter wonderland. Standing there with my nose pressed to the net I caught a memory. It sped through the million tiny boxes of mesh into the warm interior of [Anya's first, then Masha's, now nobody's] room and there I placed it. Something about the scent on the air reminded me of winter as a child, the way winter felt under my fingers as I read fables and fairy-tales and stories about seasons.

 I dug up the old storybooks and was swept up in nostalgia.

Inside the books and sometimes on their covers I recognized my own doodles.

Vintage Russian/Ukrainian children's books are so whimsical and full of enchantment. I kept thinking that over and over as my fingers whirled the pages.

 The Little Mermaid. I can't get over the otherworldly beauty of the artwork.

Lulled into a childlike wonder.

How everything looked to me at the end of my run with winters past.

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