In the car,
I try to remember
what it looks like.
I had been there once before—
a long time ago.

We arrive at last.
I walk down the gravel road,
turn a corner,
and I see…t
Vintage.

There is a dock,
leading to a pond –
a frozen pond—
surrounded by snowy trees
and a beautiful farm house,
vines crawling all over it.

I put on my borrowed skates:
they are black, of worn out leather,
with different colored laces.
At the end of the dock
sits a record player;
music wafts through the air.

I get on the ice
and skate
around and around,
noticing all the details,
like old chairs
people use to help them skate.

Then, right after my face starts to get ice cold,
A woman calls everyone for hot chocolate.
With pot in hand, she skates around the pond.
She nears me; I smell the chocolaty goodness that is
homemade hot chocolate.

I skate again
around and around…
never wanting to leave.

But every good thing must end…
I return to the dock,
take off my skates.
and walk through the old wintery garden.

I don’t want to leave
and resume my 21st century life.

I want to stay in vintage world forever.