A loud thud from the bag create a noise and the following creak sound from the weight the man and the bench served as the background music in the bus stop. It was still early and no passengers would hit off the road with the summer holidays. It was rather quiet for a bus stop and only the passing wind sings off the holiday and the rustling sound of the leaves from the nearby trees.

The old man looked at the empty street while waiting for the bus. Roberto was anxious as grabbed his bag near him like a treasured possession. He pat it gently with the sync movement of his toes as if jamming with the serene road. It is the good day for adventure, he thought while inhaling the fresh air and warm breeze. It is indeed summer. Wandering his thoughts with his plans; a loud honk from the approaching bus, awaken his senses. It stopped in front of him and an familiar scenario and warmth, enveloped Roberto. It was deja vu as if he already rode that bus years ago and sudden memories flood his mind. His heart throbbed rapidly as if he was transported in his youth, he supported himself to climb on the bus and set off an adventure to an unknown.

It still lingers in Roberto's mind the same old loud bus station he patronized long time ago on his youth, when lame haircut exists that only geeks would dare to wear these days. The same breeze of the hot midday of May which scent of summer strikes.

"Ah..." he uttered while clutched his baggage, climbed aboard the bus with his cane supported him.

Senescence really robbed his strength that he once enjoyed, before his hair dyed into silver. He was lucky enough to be on early despite his long complaints of his elderly disease; he will be crushed thoroughly amidst rushing packs of passengers. He grabbed the nearest seat near the window afraid that nausea would attack him anytime. Positioned himself well in his seat, his attention suddenly grabbed by the rowdy flock of passengers attacked the buses. It reminds him the first time he rode on the bus in his six teens, it was this similar scenario but free wifi on board didn't exists only vintage apparel which truly covers the bare skin of people of his age that is out of league of the new generation of teens. He recalled that once he scolded his grandson, caught on wearing ripped jeans that he even ordered his daughter to purchase one for his cherished grandson.

That wicked child laughed and lectured him for the newest trend of clothes. "Trend, tsk..." he exclaimed, knowing how poor the people's taste now.

Immersed by his thoughts about his past, a familiar ephemeral scent of rose greeted him that he quickly turned to that direction. Memories of his young self suddenly flashed before him then he realized that he was young lad again confused as he positioned himself the same seat but different group of people in his youth. He looked at his hand and noticed that his varicose was no more to be found only a hand of young lad midst in his adolescent years. He looks all around as the the last passenger walked in.

"Memories," he mumbled, savoring it as if it was just yesterday.