Brooklyn Mornings #02: Lost Memories

It all felt too familiar; like something I had experienced, but have no recollection of. The sounds of laughter, and joyous jubilation echoed through the park that morning.

Blissfully unaware to all around, it reminded me of my childhood. It reminded me of the moments etched into my memory; untouched by the blinding emotion of adulthood.

Preserved in time.