Ann Arbor

The air smells like late nights on the field long after the soccer team has finished practice. Ann Arbor reminds me of high school. There is always tension in the air, but it is slow, and calm and almost comfortable.

The grass is always green, yet you still wonder what it looks like elsewhere. The sky is vast, and empty and cloudless. And for some reason, leaves less to the imagination. It’s hard to imagine what lays beyond the clouds when there are none.

Ann Arbor is boutique ice cream shops and wide roads that narrow into two lane high ways. It’s library quiet with the sound of the football game seeping through the windows.

Ann Arbor feels like jumping into one of the generic photos that come with the frames. Everything seems too perfect, simple, flat.

I miss Ann Arbor, but I think I also just miss who I was. Ann Arbor made the world beyond feel limitless. There were dreams there. There was a hope, forced by circumstance. There is nostalgia there.