À Mon Retour

It is all so very familiar: From a certain light at sunset to the sudden fresh breeze. Dusty warmth to the air caressing lithe beach bodies, both male and female. In fragrant supermarkets the strong, open-faced women with Work-worn hands. Their denim-clad husbands. Family dinners with all eating together. Fireworks after dark, and the sensuality of everything….

Fleeting

We move too fast. Miss even our own actions. Every movement, and all the traces left. As we thunder through. Mostly oblivious.   © Tom Tide 2016