The air conditioning humming on a quiet day.
The sun blinding me,
and its heat pounding against my skin.
In my neighborhood, the garages are opened,
neighbors talking, laughing, smiling.
Children running around, playing, and laughing.
Dogs on their leashes, pulling on someone.
I don't know. I just feel like a child again.
I feel like I'm back home, in the suburbs of Galloway,
except without the garages, and the kids are at Z's house.
Playing tag, drinking lemonade, eating snacks.
Oh gosh, I always find a way to remind myself of the past.
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