Hometown Glory

"Are these the same cracks from last year on the pavement?"

You can't help but wonder at how dull and unchanged everything is

The sand being washed clean by the gentle waves

The constant distant barking of dogs, almost seemed to come from another universe

And how the seagulls have not stopped since last summer

Inside you

You feel changed

Your eyes no longer hold the gaze of the setting sun

And you lips don't turn up at the slight breeze passing through your clothes

"Are you lost dear?"

"No ma'am just visiting."

Everything remains untouched

And yet nothing seems to be the same

Faint chill of the wind

The characteristic long streaks of clouds across the dome of frozen blue

And those damn seagulls

Memory is a funny thing.

Last summer when I was in this place I hardly paid it any attention.

I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression. I didn't give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl on my mind. I was thinking about the cards I've been dealt and how I wanted so badly for things to change.

Scenery was the last thing on my mind.