Warm days full of chatter, laughter and serenity…worry-free, permeated with the present..excited voices of grownups, joyful shouts of children, clinking bottles…rustling papers..splashing water, rustling trees in the wind and music, the echo of which still hasn’t reached you…the smell of candy floss and the delicate scent of an approaching dusk..as if seen through fog, non-existent but alive forever…you look at them and you know they had their time..you follow their trail knowing only too well they are hiding somewhere along the way..do not delude yourself, you won’t breathe life into what we have killed in ourselves.