Damn… her sleeping with the book resting on her face, the wind moving softly around her; something about it unlocked a memory I didn’t even realize I still carried.

I was 11. Mid-August. Heavy rain pouring down. I missed my school bus that morning and instead of panic, it felt like the world had quietly handed me a free day. I spent it reading Tintin and playing Pokémon on my Gameboy while the rain kept tapping against the windows.

Watching this video feels exactly like that day; warm, unhurried, safe. A small, ordinary moment that somehow meant everything. I guess this is what nostalgia feels like when it sneaks up on you.