passing thoughts...

I walked outside of my little 7204 tonight and discovered that the weather put my mind and heart straight back to Union on the softball field for Kappa Delta intramurals. For some reason, nights at WJBC's fields are precious memories for me. (Which is shocking because I'm definitely not what you would "athletic.") We would head down there well before the sun had set and stay well passed the last light in the sky. Typically, I would head to WJBC's fields with the intentions of watching a game or two (needing, of course, to get back and study or work on my latest cut, color and past project), and stay for all the games for the evening. The weather also reminds me of nights that my dorm room window was open from a nice afternoon and the cool weather would trickle in as I was working on something. It was a time that I remember feeling completely content. Union felt safe, life felt like it had control and answers and I was surrounded by friends and activities to keep me busy. And I go outside and into the weather like I did tonight and the same feeling continues. It reminds me of those fun days and pulls me back down from It definitely helped i was in jeans, a tshirt and flipflops, too. It is funny to me how quickly my senses send me back to a certain place and time or feeling. I hear the crack of a bat and immediately I am back at BHS sitting in the baseball stands watching BB play a game. Going over to Hobby Lobby or the Parent-Teacher Store makes me think about the time my dad took me to go see Land Before Time at a theater that is hidden behind those stores and I think about the theater we were in that had little kid seats and adult seats both and how I ate popcorn and watched LBT. Or how when I hear someone say "Carpe Diem" I automatically have a song that I heard at a "Take Your Daughter to Work Day" by some random lady. Or how, when my mom is cooking in the kitchen, I am completely happy sitting with my legs stretched out sitting between the counter and pantry. I spent many an afternoon sitting there either studying or spilling the latest problem to my mom. Or how whenever I sit through parts of KD's ritual, I am transported back to the night that I first joined that incredible organization.

I think we all have moments like this, I just was thinking about it a lot tonight and thought I'd share.

It is just funny to me how easily I am transported back into situations.

Eh, I don't know. Passing thoughts...do you have anything (sight, sound, taste) that takes you back to a certain time or place?