June 8, 2012
My car's headlights lit up the road of the subdivision ahead. Everything else was a dark object against the muted, blue sky. I could smell, and envision my youth: fresh, clean air with hints of pine, freshly mown lawn, rose. Running innocently down the sidewalk, my figure passing beneath a yellow streetlamp. The music from Batman soundtracks. Traffic passed from both directions in such a way that I awaited the left turn out of the subdivision for a couple of minutes. When I lurched out onto the road, the memory faded slowly, the boil tapered-leaving me tired, but independent.