Auld

There are certain things that will evoke the taste of loss in you, many years from now. Like that of the cheap sugarcandy that you never bought from the local grocer. Stuff that you can't get now, because they have been phased out, too old, too simple to be profited from. Stuff that reminds one of slow afternoons of trams crawling the streets, of the toy seller hawking his wares. But it will be too late, like it is now. The taste of loss is that of cheap sugarcandy and of orangesticks at the zoo and of an unregistered morning during the summer holidays when the flowers still outnumbered the houses on the street.