The song reminded me of a hotel in Pondicherry, India. I had walked from the bus station to the hotel via a coffee shop on the waterfront. I was thrown by just how much French was spoken in the former Gallic colony and had wandered in absent minded wonder around the streets. A rainstorm, indicative …
A sappy hit from the ‘90s played over the tinny speakers. The strong guitars reverberated in, the oddest basement I’ve ever been in. Not that I’ve been in many airport basements in general but even if I had, I’m sure this would standout as a particularly weird one. My cup of lean and this song …
Nostalgia is a strong drug. I sat with my feet up on the balcony railing, thoroughly reclined in my chair. The city below sat quiet and empty on the damp night. Maybe it was something about the weather or the clothing combination, hoodie and shorts, that took me back. As the cool of this evening …
“That was my problem,” he sighed looking down at the dusty highschool diploma. “I was never a good kid, never would have been, that wasn’t my scene. But,” he paused running his hand over the aged leather that gathered its years in a forgotten box in a basement. “I tried to be a good kid, …
He closed the car door and walked toward the house. Leaves crunched under his feet as he approached the steps. The smells of fall were around him, and the breeze that shook more leaves from the trees caused him to pull himself more into his coat. He looked out over the lake. He hadn’t been …