warm day

The warm air plumps with the smell of bodies lying on the grass and pollens in the air. The breeze is warm like it carries the smile of every past lover on it and for a minute I need nothing. This was such a barren place just forty days ago. barren and lonely and now its full of bodies in newly resurrected summer outfits. You'd think winter never even happened. It's all just a dim memory of the way things aren't supposed to be.