The wind felt like a cold blade
But I refused to cover my face
Scents of fresh bread and sweet rolls
And day old perfumes and evenings

Took effort to catch my breath
I wasn't running I wasn't flying
I was swimming and sinking
In my thoughts , in the history of life
A kaleidoscope of memories
Flew by unaffected
Roping me in

Evening felt different

Everything felt different

Memories of each scent
Living in visions of past