such great memories

salt air, warm sun, the ferry

that cape cod feeling

khatmandu chillin

big ass mountains everywhere

reaching for new heights

Old discarded boards

Brought home to a stately oak.

I miss my tree house.

the green of the mall

corinthian marble columns

george's obelisk

tickling tiny toes

waves crashing against my feet

a babe in the sea

Some special places

I once thought were exciting

Now just feel vacant

rows of white headstones

quiet and peaceful this place

click, the guard changes