You feel something well up inside you. Is it loss? The loss of good times and of the days spent with reckless abandon. Is this what it is to leave something behind and find something new. To love, to lose, to miss. To seek nostalgia that leaves a tiny drop in your eye.

But can you feel the magic in the air as you think of yesterday. Because yesterday is magic. It is beautiful because of what it is, tragic because it is no more, and everlasting because it’s always going to remain etched in your memories.

You’ll forget the bad, maybe not forget, but the edges will soften. More often than not you’ll think of the happy times. Because they were there, and in plenty.

You think back and all you see is a shadow of familiar faces, laughing, gathered around you. You feel the warmth in the room. You feel the love.

The sound of barking dogs pulls you back to the present.

It’s 3 am, your friends are in another city.