A Warmy sunny afternoon...with sunny breeze ...a lay down watching the celing ...my father has his radio on...faint sounds of some speechs ...

What is that happy feeling called where you feel safe overwhelmed with inner joy to a introvert heart. While many label this as 'nostalgia,' I defer it as way too simple . It is something more than that.

I’ve found that when stress makes sleep feel impossible, retreating into a memory of that acts as a sanctuary, allowing me to drift off in peace.

This same energy lives in vintage things or places for instance; they are silent vessels of history that would tell incredible stories if they could speak. Even the place we live right now have had many stories of happiness, tragic ...many lived at the very same place where you do your daily chores ... How would it be with all these worlds when come together and talk to each other like parallel universes have transparencies. Incredible right !