One time I visited a posh locality. That time I was lost in the beauty of architecture. The security at the entrance was tight enough not to let a bird flap it’s wing in the campus. Wo when you looked at the pathway and the small gardens. Oh how I wished that I could live there. The area was empty and by that I mean you had space all around. Now that is a nostalgia.
What really made the visit nostalgic was that I had a dream that I could relax in its peaceful environment. All the trees and the plants were so soothing to my eyes. As if I had been massaged inside my eyes. The scent of the air the freshness of the oxygen all that made me like a newborn child.
I said to myself “so that is what feels like to be rich.” I had a realisation of plans that I had made years ago. The plans to make myself weathly and the plans that made any object that I want in my grip.
I also saw a couple, an old one their clothes seemed smooth like butter. Perfectly fit making them look like they were in their early thirties. The couple had an Audi, I couldn’t recalled the model. Anyways the comfort we can’t imagine and when it’s right in front of you is nostalgia.
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