I feel like I'm somewhere I know well. The skies are a deep blue that blends around the edges a bright, sun kissed hue that glows softly on my skin. Around me are the sounds of wheels spinning on roads, and the chatter of people across the street. They're enjoying tacos and beer as they lounge on the patio, seemingly in tune with the moment they surround themselves in.
The sun gradually dye the Redwood City skies red as it sets behind me, and my shadow grew longer and thinner, dancing in front of me while I readied myself for the evening. My office building fades into the distance as I bike home, and the deep hues of the night sink into my surroundings as the streetlights flicker on and pass in front of me.
Sometimes it seems like I can smell the faint scent of something that was reminiscent of a past memory. As the Friday night faded into the next day, I smelt burning wood as I biked home. Maybe someone was having a bonfire tonight. And as I sit at my desk in my bedroom, I smelt an incense resembling the ones my parents use for my grandparent's altar at home, wafting into my consciousness quickly, then disappearing as though it was never there.
Frank Ocean is right, we'll never be those kids again. These are the times and I didn't realize. I've grown, and changed; we're supposed to, right?
It's December now, and reading my previous writing this time last year made me feel as though I'm reading about someone else. My writing style was so different back then, so much embellishment as I wrote about my life. 2022 has been such a crazy time though; the memories I've made this year are ones I'll cherish forever. I hope I'm reminded of them, through places and experiences, or scents and feelings.
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