Old bungalows, in bushes embrace, drank in the clear air through open windows. Girls on the streets sauntered by years past my first noticing of them.
Eyes follow eyes that follow eyes that wonderment sees.
The streets were so free and full of possibilities, I felt full of life. Modern 50's deco. It is faddishly new and by now becoming old. The house is two stories. Hidden by the fronds of its trees.