The things close to heart
There is a cool steady breeze at the window. Very much welcome respite from the past week's humid nights. A wierd deja-vu-like feeling overwhelmed me while i stood looking out at the empty street in Cassia Crescent. When i was in Mexico and missing home, the scene that flashed through my mind then was that from my kitchen window. Same orange streetlights, same empty street, same rustling trees. How queer.