Nothing Compares

There is nothing quite like a summer night in Utah. I just rode my grandma's pink beach cruiser all around my childhood neighborhood. A storm is moving in, so there is a slight breeze and I could see the lightning flashing in the Salt Lake valley. I smiled and laughed the whole time as a flood of my childhood memories came rushing back. I love the nostalgia associated with coming home. I had a few moments where I felt close to my grandma. She sat on that bike seat, she held those handlebars, she felt the wind on her face. And I did, too.