Nostalgia

Summers gone by ...

As I walk down the hallway,

a particular scent whispers against my nose.

Immediately,

a wave of nostalgia

crashes into me.

I can’t seem to identify the scent

or the memory,

but it reminds me of summers gone by …

fresh morning showers,

dew on the green grass,

and joyful noises in every direction.

As quickly as it hits me,

it disappears.

But its shadow

lingers with me for hours after -

sentencing me to dream

of the summers

gone

by.