It’s been years since I left my city and years since I last saw her. I still remember all the village streets and the rain filled ditches we splashed in. I haven’t forgotten the cherry blossom in the main square and how we’d sit under it every spring. I am still taken back to the blue school building and the summer vacation we always spent together. I still think about how winters set in our town and the pot roast we shared so often. I still miss the roads covered in falling leaves and our red pickup truck radiating the autumn energy. It’s been many seasons since I left but I still remember every season I’ve lived.