8 | it's always nice

to

capture that childlike wonder with 

the rippling of the trees that bring you back to your childhood. 

Never mind the fact that your memories are blurred 

and the trees are not the same. 

The trees blow different, 

and catch the water 

and drop them on your head in big droplets 

rather than the small sprinkles you know so well. 

But they give you the same comfort 

that the trees you know give you, 

and you forget they're not the same. 

Or the sky, 

how it's the same, 

but different 

wispy clouds that signal 

for the rain to scare you. 

They could be the same clouds, 

but you'd never know. 

After all, 

you're not a child anymore 

and you're so far from home. 

Sometimes you'll look at the wet, 

wet sidewalk 

and think of the sidewalk on your street, 

just different. 

The cracks are in different places, 

the dirt smudges into mud in unfamiliar patterns. 

But still, 

the sidewalk dampens like how you remember it, 

even if you've never been here before. 

It's how you forget where you are 

and who you are.