Attempts at Revisiting the Places He's Going...

Where is the place that I remember as a kid; the place that I can recall vividly, though only in the last few seconds just before I fall asleep.

Where is the place where the airs are thick with the sweet smells of carmel apples and ignited fireworks?

Where is the place that you told me about, calling to me through the mist in the chilly July field of damp grass?

Where is the place where roads end and the last of all the cars stop and sit idle as their occupants step out and lean their elbows and forearms on warm hoods
to contemplate their next steps in discovery new places in times past and times ahead?