'i just love this place...'

'I just love this place...'
he thought once again
of his age...
some three decades
and half
several times he had confessed
this...

and soon
like earlier occasions
he once again
thought of old days...
'here had been a playground
and three or four big trees
of exotic variety...
and
one particular year
when it had rained uncommonly
the most...'
he remembered...
'the ground
got fully under water...
and we then had football here...
the leather ball floating on water...
and...
a few paces besides
during autumn there used to be an exercise...
Annual Sports Day...
and then so many things happened
here...
right here...
once fell from a tree
and broke ankle...
and on this ground
there had been kite-flying competition...
kites...varied...
flew...
dotting our childhood sky
with candles...'

he thought...
once again
parking himself
at the fringe
of what was left
of the memory...