It is a review of bygone times, full of wistful longings.
It is an assessment of past moments, brimming with affectionate memories.
It is a yearning for prior days, replete with happy remembrances and regretful mistakes.
It is elusive and complex, intangible by nature, encompassing a thousand emotions in one split second’s recollection.
It is shadowy like a ghost, eery and suspicious as impressions fade.
It is a pining for long ago times, ripe with melancholy because that which is past cannot be repeated.
It is fundamental, for it carries the history of the human condition and is the sum of who we once were.