Recycle the Mundane

It’s odd how some memories fade to gray over the years

While others remain as bright as the day they were formed

I think this is one of those memories

We grew close under the sun

Spoke freely and gave out kisses like candy

Five days was all it took to change us

We were invincible

We walked in slaves to routine

But soon became natives to this magical land

It was as though we were in a different plane of existence

Spring is odd that way

The rest of the world stops breathing

While your nose is filled with the heady scent of freedom

You dream that it will never end

And somehow feel that it has only been a dream

And then it is

As distant as can be

A faint echo of another life

I felt that way when I returned home

My feet trace the familiar paths around the halls

And I am content to spend the mornings

In quiet contemplation

I see faces hiding secrets that only their fading tans

And the faint glitter in their eyes can betray

And I know they feel it too

They are not the people I knew this spring

Nor am I the one they knew

For there are wonders done in the blazing sun

For the ones who escape the cold

But what happens in Florida stays in Florida

We knew that from the start

It’s odd how some occurrences are considered failure

But seem to be the perfect ending for others

I think this is one of those endings