Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Perception
What a beautiful day, thought Sylvia as she stared blankly out the window into the backyard. Hands plunged wrist deep in soapy dishwater, oblivious to the bit that had splashed up onto her apron, she mindlessly gawked at the bright blue sky and scrubbed away the remnant of her breakfast. The sun outside was bright, the grass on the lawn green as could be, and a gentle breeze could all but be seen as it moved through the trees. Scanning every inch of the yard, Sylvia could not for the life of her imagine why anyone would give up a moment so perfect as this one.
