Tuesday, May 13, 2014


It smells so different from what I remember. Or maybe then, I was just so overwhelmed by new smells, like colors swirling together and beaming bright. It smells gentle, sleepy. The streets, the whole view.. It looks a whole lot smaller and compact than I remember.

The leaves are tinted deep green, their tops stained lighter in color by the setting sun. A huge wisp of soft white cloud stretches across the sky above. It's turning pinker by the second. There's a tiny moon in the distance, a small round dot, outshone by street lamps already beaming on all over the park. It's dark inside the woods, still a patch of slightly chilling mystery. But I'm comforted, knowing that I'll be going home, and that this was also once called home.