Tonight as I walked into my parking garage on my way home from work, I was greeted by a familiar smell and feeling. Something about the combination of wet pavement and reflections of street lights that brings me back to those nights in college where I’d be walking from somewhere. Alone. At an inappropriate hours.
I remember walking home from a friend’s dorm room at 5am on multiple occasions. At the time I thought he could be more than a friend and so I tried to force it and became accustomed to late night movies and sleepovers where nothing happened.
I remember walking home from another friend’s dorm room after thinking maybe there could be something there and watching a meteor shower from atop the roof. There was nothing there, but I thought about it for at least a minute.
I remember walking just to walk, at times when I shouldn’t be.
So now, every time I smell that smell that reminds me of those lonely walks, all these thoughts come flooding back and all I can really say about that is “It’s almost spring.”
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This post was written as a Just Write exercise. A good challenge to get the rust off and find my creativity once more. Bear with me while I attempt to find it!
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