Liverpool in Sun

I do not know this place...

It seems like a dream somehow...a memory maybe...

It smells of holidays in my youth...

Roads are boiling…

Buildings heated up...

A scent of sea and river…

Olfactory hints of old innocence...

When stoic people did stoic things with less money...

It all seems so much better now/then...

The sun in Northern Lands...

Rivers and seas Mediterranean Blue...

And ice creams and gulls and brilliant light...

Of skin and shade and sitting outside...

This strange land...

I do not know this place...