I was the same, but different. The apartment lost any lingering odor of incense and had no homey smell to welcome. Closed curtains oppressed the room inside. With no light coming in through the two uselessly placed windows, the time of day disappeared; bright fall colors ceased to exist, and only the living space remained. It…
Falling Leaves
That first breath of air leaving the NJ Transit car, the first time I can really smell the greenery, and that first look at a canopy of trees are things I ignored or dismissed for years. Coming to my parents house was coming to a place to which I was attached, yet a stranger. I…
Time's Thievish Progress 