Overcome with nostalgia

It was dark outside. I sat here and listened to some old recordings. Linda Ronstadt, Bocelli, BeeGees, and Brahms, and ... suddenly I was overcome with emotion, a sense of loss, of nostalgia but also of joy. The images of my past rushed through and over me. The soft, hazy picture of a young father and his son on an early Saturday morning outing along the cliffs of Palos Verdes Estates beach, of my mother, of old loves and losses, ... The emotions were so powerful that I had to stop the music and walked upstairs to get away, to run away.