Walked through my old school today.
It looked different from my less-terrified perspective.



Doris Day, Andrews Sisters, Perry Como, Nat King Cole.
Their songs spin inside of my record player and I got a little tangled in thoughts just like I used to. Fifteen year old me making up a pretty world in my head all over again.

Cigarette smoking, hair-combed boys with shiny shoes. The art, the music filled with more joy than angst. The cars colored lipstick red and behind the clouds blue. Novels, variety shows and velvet couches.


Poof.

Walk out my bedroom door and back into 2008. A beat up sports utility vehicle the color of grape jelly beans and a sack over my shoulder filled with more tiny contraptions with buttons than any human could really ever need. I'm not wearing a patterned dress snug in the waist, but faded jeans and sandals made of cork. Pfff.