I’ve been strolling around the city’s rocky sidewalks for quite some time.
The cars were as loud as the murmurs of busy streets—a cacophony of voices old and new.
The laughs of the children in swimming pools would greet me as I stroll one hot April morning. I left myself dumbfounded, staring at them, wishing I could tilt the hourglass of life once more.
Soon enough, I could start to feel those rocky sidewalks turn into sand. I remember how I would let my feet trudge along its firm pavements.
The joy of being a young boy in mid-summer time allowed the sadness to melt as the popsicles I would eat alongside the shore.
It was only a matter of time until someone would throw me their slippers and topple the fortress I built from the sand that marked my childlike footsteps. It made me realize how the smallest of things can sometimes bug me, but I would still end it with a nice laugh.
The heavy wind soon silenced the city’s murmurs. It was like that of the same summer breeze that lifted my kite as it went up high.
A smile would dance upon my face as the wind shifted, only strong enough to push me on the swing as high as to how my friends would do.
I remember seeing the entire city under me. I could see the sun casting its summer light beneath the tree I settled on, telling me earnestly that the happiness of summer will last all year long.
With those summer days, I know I had something to long for. But, here I am suddenly back in the city and its deafening noises.
The sounds of the children laughing in pools were the echoes of those of mine back in the day.
It just goes to show that the happiness of summer cannot last long, but the memories of it shall be passed on.
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