Marcy & ZachemDelat
Marcy Marcy
ZachemDelat ZachemDelat
Marcy Marcy
I was thinking about how a single nostalgic moment can feel like a compass, guiding us even when we’re not aware. What do you think about that?
ZachemDelat ZachemDelat
That’s so true—you’ll find yourself pointing toward what feels right just by touching a memory. It’s like a hidden GPS that nudges you when the road ahead feels fuzzy. When you hit that nostalgic moment, what’s the first thing you notice? It could be a scent, a song, or a simple scene that whispers where your next step might lead. Try noticing those clues; they’re often the most honest guide we have.
Marcy Marcy
I hear the faint scent of rain on stone, like a quiet lullaby that reminds me of childhood afternoons. It pulls me back to that old kitchen, the steam rising from a pot of soup, and in that hush I feel a gentle pull toward the next quiet step.