Okay, it’s obvious that the mood of today is a strange one with glimpses of projection and awe at the possibilities.
Thinking of a place back in time that I visited yesterday–my childhood home. A bit different, with furniture topsy turvy in rooms where it didn’t belong, and yet the space hadn’t changed all that much. This morning, thinking of how instead I have changed within that place, coming back and yet not belonging. Picturing the years, the days, the moments of me within each portion of space and seeing crowded rooms filled with various heights of a single person–not yet considering the other family members nor friends that have spent time there.
Where in that space have I not been? Along the walls, I’ve been there painting, cleaning, dusting baseboards and ceilings. In the kitchen, surely there is very little area that I have not entered into, overlapping in years and ages to fill up nearly all but the topmost two feet. Is there a square inch of floor I’ve left untouched in all the decades past, pristine and unholding of aura?
And what of the others impressed on this same space as well?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I dream about my old house in vermont