Echoes of Yesterday | Slow Noir Jazz for Deep Reflection

Maybe the past wasn't as perfect as we remember. Maybe distance simply taught our hearts how to soften the sharp edges. There are nights when we don't long for a place, or a person. We long for ourselves, for the version that believed every goodbye wasn't forever. Some doors close without a sound. Some versions of us never find their way back. And perhaps that's what nostalgia really is: loving someone you'll never meet again. #nostalgia #jazz #instrumental