Recreational Ruins

Sometimes reminiscing to the golden times gets you nowhere other than being the owner of a broken heart.

I dream of the days when you could just glide your sleek inline eight down the beach path and not have a fear or care in the world, hair dancing in the wind, skin bronzing in the rays, living the dream.

Those days are sadly dead and gone.

At least there's a couple photos kept safely in the archives of time.