Crumpled Notebook

I was walking out of Starbucks tonight and it was unusually warm outside this evening. Not really warm, but warmer that I’ve come to expect any night time weather here to be. My initial thought was “oh, it feels like Florida at night.” It was kind of weird because Florida is not a place I’ve ever lived. I mean, I spent a lot of time there as a kid during the summer, but the weather outside could have just as easily been a Kentucky summer night.

Anyway though, I was just thinking of where our mind goes when we feel, touch, see, hear, smell, etc…certain things. For me, Florida has always been good memories for me. Perhaps in my mind tonight I was wishing I was on vacation there. When it’s hot and sticky outside, especially at night, my mind goes to the County Fair at home. Perhaps the hottest and stickiest memories I have–at least at night. Luckily, we don’t have that many of those around here.

I’m pretty sure I had a point to this, but I have forgotten it. It just struck me that I went right to Florida in my mind. Memories are funny like that. They come out of nowhere sometimes. I think those are my favorite kind–at least when they are good ones.

Anyway, no reason for this I suppose. I just am enjoying this evening weather we’ve been having. If only it would last. Hm, or maybe I should just move to Florida.