And the sky, whose ever-changing shade of blue has for a while now turned to grey, reminds me of a time long past when I was younger, less cynical, more romantic, and a lot more hopeful. 

The future seemed brighter, the air felt fresher, every breath was delightful to the senses and the senses were ever so satisfied with what surrounded them, the colours, the music, the rush of wind, the taste of youth in every kiss, the tender smell of violets that would make everyone swoon in a way that  tantalizes for far to long...