The sun spilled its golden rays across our backyard, illuminating the faded swing set that had been the backdrop of my childhood adventures. I climbed aboard, the chains creaking softly as I swayed back and forth, each motion echoing the laughter of summers long past. My mother called out from the kitchen, her voice weaving through the air like a warm breeze, reminding me about the cookies that were cooling on the counter.
The aroma of vanilla and chocolate wafted out, wrapping around me like a comforting hug. It was in these simple moments that I realized how quickly time would slip through my fingers, much like the sand in my favorite hourglass which had found its way back to the attic, untouched but still full of promise. “Time, dear friend, is a river flowing fast,” penned in my notebook as I nestled beneath the shade of the grand oak tree.
I often tangled with the fact that while I could capture memories in verse, I could never rewind the clock. Each swing brought new thoughts, not just of the fun I had, but of the bonds forged over afternoon snacks and heartfelt conversations. "As leaves turn to gold, and the memories unfold," came a poetic whisper in my heart, a gentle reminder that while seasons change, the essence of those moments remains embedded deep within me, ready to be revisited whenever I need a piece of my past.
its taken a lot out of me writing this. hope you enjoy. I'm new to the community. should've joined sooner🩷