I just dropped off my two oldest children for their first day of school. My school. Well, it was my school when I was a child. The memories of the years spent playing, learning and sometimes fighting crowded into my view. And the same smells...
There was dew on my shoes as I cut across the grass.
I remembered that my shoes would be totally soaked to the skin if I crossed the entire grassy playground. My feet, churning up the loamy incense of plant and earth.
As I got to my car I wondered at how memories are hard to fade.
Before I got in my car I checked one last time.
My black leather shoes repelled most of the water.
I guess I learned something.
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