A Roundabout Realization

I went outside to feel the cool air; it was raining today, a
scarce happening for California these days. I stepped down from the porch and
walked across the street to the mailbox to look up at the sky above my parent’s
house. Dark, gray, just the way I like it. Then I looked down at the house, at
the bench I had sat on so many times in the past when I needed to go outside
and breathe or just think. It looked… different. Why? Why did it seem so
“foreign” to me? I stood there and thought about it and found myself desperately
searching the corners of my brain for some sort of answer, some clue, as to why
this small spot I have spent almost 3 years around felt… unfamiliar?

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