Without consciously realizing it’s happening, certain images or experiences occur so regularly they are fixed in your brain so you take them for granted. But just as easily if they go away and you aren’t reminded of them, you will forget them over time. Walking around the neighborhood yesterday and today brought back one of those memories that I once took for granted but also somehow left me. The sound of children outdoors, in their yards, their neighbors yards or in the street playing with new toys after Christmas. Balls, games, bikes, anything requiring you to be out of the house. It was a ritual, weather permitting, to see and be seen. Show off that new bike! Wear your new bold colored jersey or jacket. Go check out your buddies’ loot! Not this weekend. Just the breeze rustling thru the leaves on the ground.


About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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