There is something about returning to a place that stirs the mind; as memories and emotions swirl in a passionate whirlwind. You walk along the same paths and breathe the same fresh air, but there are subtle differences lingering.
These are the ghosts dancing silently in the realm of memories. Reach out for them and they vanish like fog leaving only the aroma which transports you back to those endless summer nights of drinking, dancing, and smoking until the sun told you it was time to close your eyes and rest.
Fully knowing that one cannot relive the past, we grasp at the ghosts and try to dance an old dance. We play the same songs and go to the same places, but we have changed. The emotions and memories collide; as we subtly accept that the old seasons have ended and the new season is here.
Do we mourn then for that which can be no more? Do we drink ourselves into a silent drunken rut?
Or do we live like tomorrow doesn't exist? Do we embrace the moment at hand and live with the full knowledge that today's experiences will eventually become the beautiful ghosts of tomorrow? #travel#prague#wanderlust
-Что это? -А это достопримечательность номер 10 😂🙈
В общем то мне немного стыдно, что я ничего не знаю, но пражские улицы необыкновенны, надо бы почитать, что я там увидела)) 🤔