returning to the world
of pages
is exhilarating.
a dream
seems
to reawaken,
colors reawakening in a palette
of vibrant, lively hues.
I almost
forgot
what it was like
to be young and in love
with everything,
flipping pages
faster than
the minutes could go by.
oh,
to think,
that the summer days,
used to pass exactly like this:
lemonade and three hundred pages
in the warmth of the summer sun