Way back in the day, perhaps in the spring or fall (I don't remember), I was enjoying a particularly windy day at the high school I attended in California. I remember the sensations I felt, how the cool smell of the trees and the sound of the wind rushing through them reminded me of the mountains of Colorado. As a child, I began to associate the many visits to my hometown and what 'home' was with the city in which I currently reside. though I only lived there for a very short time, my family and I traveled there frequently to see the our extended family and friends.
every two years, my sister and I hike up with my father to a part of the mountains which has significant meaning to him. When I feel the cool air of the mountains and the sound of the wind, I think of being on that trail.
yesterday, it was cold and windy, with outbursts of rain and snow. But the way it was, reminded me of that one time when I was reminded of here. Its an odd circle, but that's what came to my mind.
look, it makes sense if you don't think about it.
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