I feel that I am tethered to my past through the landscape, where I grew up. I need to stop and look back. I am filled with longing for the cozy world of childhood, where I was not alone and was not left to my own. I try to regain the lost harmony with the world, the sense of inner integrity. Nostalgia calls me back in the time, where trees were larger, where the days were longer, where it didn't hurt to fall down, and where it wasn't ashamed to cry. But, coming back, I find the old places have been changed beyond recognition. The past is always sad. Even if it was happy, it is sad because it has gone. Nostalgia is a hard experience of bereavement of the past.