On the drive home from my classes at UCF, I witnessed one of the most glorious sunsets this evening, golden light dappling through the clouds, illuminating them like heaven was glowing somewhere in the sky, if only I could be a few miles westward and take an elevator up one of the downtown skyscrapers.
Rose tendrils swept across the cloudless areas, and I found myself struggling to locate high ground, resenting the flatness of Florida until coming across one of its many lakes. Couples were walking arm in arm around the water’s edge, crickets chirruping and frogs croaking out to one another. The reflection of light against the placid surface was breathtaking, and the scent of spicy smoke hung on the air, both bringing forth faded memories of childhood.
Wistful and close to my neighborhood that I left at 5, I decided to meander into it, but I couldn’t even recognize my old house. Strange, how so much of the past is blurred, the details forever lost...