Summer

Leaving New York City for a few months can leave you feeling strange when you return.
When you come back it feels like you don't seem to know your way around anymore and yet at the same time, it's like you never left.
Yet the remnants of summer stay w/me I smell Zohra's perfume on the girl ahead
of me in the subway. A man that looks like Clark is passed out on a park
bench. Somehow what I knew of life here and what I recall from the 3
months past merge and slowly become memory