What Once Was

Some of my fondest memories from last year are the days spent exploring NYC with my family. Now, almost a month back in Australia, I find myself constantly drifting into those memories, daydreaming about what it felt like to be there in that exact moment. But when I slip into those thoughts, it's like I’m there, yet not quite. The feeling’s close, but something’s missing-it’s as if the memory is just out of reach, slipping through my fingers no matter how hard I try to hold onto it.