Windmills of Your Mind
I am off for the weekend, entertaining dear friends and family. I am feeling nostalgic, full of memories some of which I had forgotten. Today I remember the road to Rasht. After you pass Ghazvin's Koohin area, you enter the mountainous area which is the entry into Gilan. After a while, you reach Manjil. The wind blows hard and strong in Manjil all the time. Though the lake behind the dam in Manjil is gorgeous, and you could stand there looking at it for hours, the most thought provoking thing about Manjil is its windmills. Hundreds of them are planted in every direction to turn that vicious wind into something useful. It almost looks like a forest of windmills. I have so many memories of Manjil, the joy the little town would give me on the way to making new memories in Rasht and Gilan, or on the way back from having made them. I miss it. Here's a song, performed a long time ago by Jose Feliciano. This song is equally nostalgic, reminding me of my childhood. These memories are just two of millions filling my head these days. Have a good weekend everybody. This weekend, unburden yourselves from some of the emotions you are taking around. I have been doing it all week. It feels good. Namely, admit, proclaim, and confess your love this weekend. You'll be unburdened.