Scent of Florida

Don’t wanna go down there wait for death comfy & warm in the dead of winter, be able to walk around in shorts & tee shirt or worst scenario. A light jacket and long pants on their so called ‘cold days’, seventy to seventy four degrees. Seeing what I saw those few weeks there on vacation, is gonna take a whole other lifetime to forget. Don’t wanna live with the living dead, be shown pictures of their grandchildren every time you turn around, sit down enter another room, grandmas with their recently deceased husband’s memories still fresh in their minds or close to dead ones stored in nearby convenient to get to nursing homes, all smelling like I remember my mom smelling. .