Every time someone complains about how hot it is a breeze of nostalgia passes through me and i smile. Summer heat, or the Doha heat as most people refer to it, always coincides with memories from my childhood. How i spent my time on my bicycle (The one I got in 5th grade) every afternoon with my brothers, friends or sometimes even alone. I remember our house, my little hiding spots, our games, conversations, fights and fears.
It reminds me of dreams i once had that are no longer there because they’re even farther than they once were. Perhaps they’re not visible at all anymore..
Knowing what i once was and had is what makes me smile right now. I do smile for being what i am and having what i have, only then was more innocent and i knew so little.
See you tomorrow, Tumblr.