It’s like the world’s rolled backwards.
80 on an October Monday, light when I get off the G train on my way home.
The sun peeking through the clouds and the slight smell of saltwater and humidity I know so well as summer.
Girls in matching backpacks cross the road,
And four story buildings are starting to be home more than ever.
Its like August is here again, and I’m out of place in my sweater.
What a strange day.