I\'m not sure why sunny days are so nostalgic. I\'m also unaware if this is specific to me. Maybe the warmth of the sun, the scent of the air, the sway of the leaves somehow make me young again. I realize that I\'m no old man, but it\'s all in proportion. It feels like a lifetime since I last turned over a rock and happily stared wide-eyed at an earthworm. Since I last looked at a frog and saw magic. Since I last cared more about what was in my hand than in my pocket.