Heavy rain pours from the fluffy clouds, and into the backyard. Our hands stained with sticky melted popsicles as we pour dish soap against the trampoline, forming slippery and foamy bubbles. Not a care in the world as the rain subdued our laughter and envoloped us into bliss.

Now, in a blink of an eye, it sits deserted, abandoned in the backyard.

Hoping one day it would all go back to what it once was. But it fades into the darkness of forgotteness.

Just as our memories do.

Where’d all the time go?