Disneyland.

Sometimes I imagine we fall into a pocket of an old winter coat
accidently, midsummer,
and get lost for a little while.
Sometimes longer than others if the weather takes a while to turn;
But eventually we are found again.
by somebody.
Needing a good coat for a windy day. (accident or not, you decide.)

And we re-emerge back into time; coat-pocket hair being a little messy, we brush it over with our hands and blink in the sun's reflection off the snow.
"funny," is said when we are seen, "That girl is in sandals, and where are her mittens?"



A new place to appreciate