Ralph Goings, 1978.
Saw this photo on Tumblr, and it plucked so hard on the nostalgia string within me, I felt an actual physical sensation; an ache of ... longing, I think. Longing for what, I don't know. A booth in a diner? Days long past? Seeming simpler times? My youth? Maybe it reminds me of a place I had visited that I can't quite dredge up from the murky depths of my memories. I don't know what I want, I just want it. #nostalgia #melancholy #sad #thoughtprovoking
@GeezerWench I will always miss a cigarette with a cup of fresh coffee in a window booth. Nevermind that I don't smoke anymore.
@Annothername I still smoke, and I miss that. I'm used to it, though.
I think it's more than the cigarette after breakfast thing. It struck a chord in me that I can't quite reach. Like it's just beyond the edge of hearing.
I don't know. It produced a funny (odd) mood.
@GeezerWench I'm feeling that as well.