I could smell the sweet scents of cotton candy mingling with the friend foods that represented Summer, fun, youth and all the possibilities that life could offer. The boardwalk rippled in the heat, sending out a faint scent of baking wood. Those around me barely noticed that odor, as they dashed from spot to spot, laughing at one another and believing in the infinite possibilities of life.
Like the scent of the wood, I remained out of place, to the side, unnoticed. The boardwalk, like all that Summer brings, belonged to youth. The rest of us were just witnesses to the unfolding drama of the journey of life. Any one of those children, stepping fast to avoid the burn of the hot boards, could have been me, not so long before. The boardwalk held many memories of the best times of my life. Retired, alone except for my regrets, I spent my Summer days and into the nights sitting there. While those around me were busy building their memories, I sat there replaying mine. Comments are closed.
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