seeing in black and white

curled up on the swing, swaying aimlessly in the breeze. unfinished thoughts wander through her mind. thoughts of american prose and black and white photos, thoughts of similar times gone by, thoughts of everything changing and nothing changing. time telescopes and in the grand scheme of things, it all looks the same. a smell hovers in the air, a smell of grass and sunshine and 20-year-old paperbacks.