There are places I remember, in my life...

I'm usually not one for nostalgia but tonight I indulged my sentimental side.

The way thoughts trigger astound me. As soon as i pulled up to the parking spot memories started flickering like lanterns in mines. I stepped out of my car and the smell reminded me when we came from the movies on our second date.

You could faintly hear the cars on the freeway go by. If you imagined hard enough they began to sound like waves rolling on the beach.

Tonight I played on the the swings and remembered how we used to sway. I stood on the little seat grasping at the chains until i jumped off and rushed to the jungle gym. It was cold like it had always been--the fresh dew always trying to drown the paint on the metal bars. Before, we had blankets and jackets, tonight i had neither.

We sat on the little seat placed on topmost tower facing east. It was the perfect spot.

We strained our necks to watch the fireworks going off a couple miles away. We were only down the street from Disneyland but I felt like they were going off for us. The sound and colors created a kind of atmosphere that i dreamed of and hoped for.

That's where i asked her to be my first girlfriend and amid the noise she said yes. With a kiss I was higher than any of the lights in the sky.

I didn't see the fireworks tonight but there wasn't an absence of light. There were sounds and colors, just not the same kind. I felt harsh, odd, yellow floodlights hissing at the night and at my presence pushing me out of the park.

"There are places I remember, in my life though some have changed"
-John Lennon