The smell of rain fills my nostrils. The faint drizzle of rain is soft against my skin. There’s a chill breeze in the air. The light patter of the rain on the tarmac sails slowly to my eardrums. My eyes stay fixed before me.
What is this I see?
These memories of a time gone by… A faint ache at things no longer there lingers in the air around me. The shoes left behind as only the echo of once was, remains.
The sky cries for the lost days of youth when presence simply was now cannot be.
For a moment I am sad, to think of what has gone, the memory still so vivid, yet soon to fade away as the ripples in the water do.
I laugh a little as I catch a glimpse of the bright colour in the shoes. A bright memory of long ago, a frivolous time of play passes my mind’s eye. Good times forever sketched in heart.
So clear, these memories that reflect within the water. So close, the illusion of touch is teased, but too soon is it turned off as the ripples grow fiercer and the images now lose their shape.
The soft rain now harsher than before as memory must be put aside and reality brought forward.
Nothing left now except four empty pairs of shoes.
