The windows are down

and the wind breezes by my face.

The street is crowded by houses

that lie on top of one another.  

I see rippling lights,

flickering to a rhythm

that is not heard.  

The sky was pitch black

with small sparkles hardly seen.

I walk on the lumpy sidewalks

with gum stains which replay in my brain:

chalk stains, scraped knees, and our old swing set,

as I open the door to my childhood.

Memories are triggered by the smell

and they flourish in my mind.

Comfort waves over me

and I sigh a refreshing breath.

at home in The Dot.