lazily, you sat in the rocking chair

your eye followed the landscape for a moment, and you appreciated the stillness

no war, no people running amuck with anger and revolutions

it was gentle, it was quiet and it was home.

a memory could not be more ignored than it was at this single moment in time, as you disassociated from there and were pushed into the backdrop of the rolling hills, brown and craggy mountains, and ever-reaching night sky seeming to be covered in flecks of sand

but, you let the memory come back in.

you did not go back to the unpleasant feelings and hurt from before, instead, you reveled in the simple smiles and little old embraces of people long gone, whether dead or moved far away

you shed a small, small tear for those Good Old Days

the days way back when you had no idea how to swim, could hardly walk a line straight with your eyes closed, and now you were here, admiring the landscape for a very long time.

you pick up on a voice far more familiar than the memories and you decide to head back inside.

April 2021