Midsummer Nostalgia

I drove back from D. last night after having spent a long weekend there, mostly in my friend's garden, doing a fulfilling lot of nothing.

And there it was again, that stretch inside me, that pulling on my soul that comes with the smell of flowers in a summer night, with their sight against the dark sky, that doesn't say what it wants nor where it wants me. All it says is: not here. And not now.

The summer night's got so much potential, its scent caressing my skin like dark blue velvet. I want to follow it, want it so badly. I get lost. A light breeze tugging on my mind, pulling my thoughts away to the corner of memories. Sweet.

I brush it off, together with those tears.

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