These patterns we recognize without knowing why, because they belong to something bigger than ourselves.
A childhood, a friend, a bond that cannot be explained but is recognized at first glance.
There are memories that have a scent, a texture, a precise color.
The gingham of a childhood blouse.
The Peter Pan collar from a photo we've looked at a thousand times.
The morning marinière, slipped on quickly, worn everywhere.
A Touch of Childhood
