Yesterday, while I was painting, I watched outside my window because my eyes were getting tired.
I saw this really interesting light in the sky and I ran to take my camera.
After taking some pictures I kept staring outside the window and a lot of feelings hit me all at once. There was something in that light, that sky, those clouds that made me remember when I was young, made me feel happy, made me wander to old times, to happy memories.
It wasn't a proper deja vu but it wasn't a proper memory either. I don't know, this happens to me quite often, I just remember... ormaybe it's not a memory, it's just a hope for a better day.
