This is inspired by the many villages and towns we visited in the Loire Valley, France.
A flood from all sides engulfs the village.
Residents weave through once empty streets.
The endless laughing
They come from everywhere for different reasons
but form a purpose:
To be a part
Of a place
Of a history
And to be freed of monotony.
After a while, the flood will go down to a trickle–
The seasonal excitement over.
The annoyance of over-indulging travelers gone.
Like a warm blanket
Will surround the village
And preserve the peace.
The echo of a single set of footsteps
And the unlocking of a door
Are the loudest sounds.
Boredom grows with the amplification of silence,
The repetition of a day.
With the sunshine
Returns the flood.