Today

I remember when I was fifteen, how we would spend our summer days at the local pool, despite having one in my own back yard.  We would shuffle between The Diner on the main street, the ambiguous looking playgrounds and recreational fields with disintegrating grandstands and gravel car parks. Looking back now the memory feels like a sepia, art deco rerun of some film or television show years ago. It's strange because I don't often think back to these times in the way I would look back on a first date, or a graduation, or some kind of monumental event, it was just a typical summer.  But today, today I walked out of my front door, looked at the sky, and I felt the whole world on my skin.

The air was just the same as it was back then, cooling down from a humid day as the sun says goodbye to welcome the moon. I could feel the motionless heat on the inside of my fingers and underneath my nails, the warmth of the pavement on my bare feet, the only slight breeze through the tangles of hair escaping the elastic holding them all together.  I could so vividly feel this memory as if it was replaying all around me, dancing through the particles in the air, buzzing in the vibrations close to my ears, lifting the hairs on my arm.

Today was a disgustingly hot day for London. But today made me feel something I had forgotten, today made me remember a memory that I had lost, today was a day I needed to write about. However poorly executed this was.

Always,
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This has been an instalment for the Project:Box Flat. Photos taken 1st July 2015. Gunnersbury Park.