It begins as a plan, then excitement mounts, all those activities that made you who you are relished and polished and placed on a shelf of honor are now dusted off for reexamination.
Flying is like a dream it’s time travel. You leave the familiar and join others in a streak across time and space. You wearily awaken in a world once familiar but now everything seems slightly wrong. The trees are too big or just plain missing. Buildings are abandoned where you once waited in enormous throngs to see Star Wars.
The place where you had your first job, your first drink, your first love is demolished wiped away by local politics and the fear of gluten.
But the people you cherish are still there. They are trapped in a loving embrace of time and place. Like kindly spirits they tell you of tales and adventures you once had together. Their recollections stained with regret that you left.
The city that I sprung from will be there just like my shadow reminding me that our past sets our feet upon a future we can not see it’s end.