Probably because I’m too easily distracted, I’m still enchanted when happy, long forgotten memories are triggered. A fleeting glance of a photograph or catching the lingering remnants of a particular fragrance can be the catalyst but this morning, it was seeing several vapour trails criss-crossing the sky. I was immediately transported back to my younger self with a 3 year old Nerea sitting in her seat on the back of my bike. pointing skywards and confidently pronouncing that they were “vapour trails”. It was such a sudden and charming memory I’ve been infused with a glow that’s lasted all day
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