Elnick.

The smell of those trees reminds me of a childhood 

shared with the green and yellows of summer, 

through to the auburn halloween nights of fall. 

My walk falls pace by pace much faster than the last, 

rushing home, already forgetting those smells. 

Picture perfect i see smash cut images from my childhood, 

and of course i wish my self back there.

It seems so long ago, more than a decade since actually.

Now all i can think of is a reintroduction.

I need to walk that school corridor where i was dragged by my ear in hilarity,

and i must walk across those same fields and hills i did as a child. 

Hovering above my nostalgia i found a memory, one of which i am all to doubtful of its validity.

Great Trees lined either side, 

towering above and around me,

 toppling down to meet the ground and me. 

One long road stretches beyond us, my parents are leading me, I cannot see its end