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There’s a simple pleasure in the end of a long day. It was dark as we turned the corner, and I swear I could feel the warmth spread from my heart. Back to my familiar. I love to go, but I do so love to come back. The yellow windows of the houses lining the street like a runway. Home. Home. I have loved it here all these years. My mind full of a montage of precious beautiful memories. There’s something desperately endearing to me in how many faces the same view can wear. In the gradual shifts, the subtleties of time passed. The people who have come and gone and left their mark on my view. The angles of light in a day, the colors of the seasons ever rolling through. Right inside to the different colors of the walls, the different phases of the people passing through these rooms. I waited the others out, first one heading off to bed, then the other, so I could sit in the quiet and make another memory. Smile inside at the love of the now held up by all the before. I think today I’ll just stay home. ❤️