Summers do things to you; the sun and humidity have a way of shedding light on life.
It had been too long since I had found peace inside of me, too long since I had the time to find solace in the quiet air around me. Here, in the midst of an empty house, the air I had once used to balance myself with seemed unfamiliar. In my own house, I felt lost.
Had I become so different that what I used to love now appeared foreign to me?
Or had everything changed when I was not looking? The sky I loved and knew so well appeared different now. That blue hue I could pick out from an array of colors looked more blue...or perhaps a tint of green was added...maybe a little purple? The streets I once enjoyed so much now confuse me; I feel like I am wandering in a maze that I should have already figured out. And the people I used to hug and delight in seeing have become strangers; their voices unfamiliar and distant.
What happened between then and now? What went wrong along the way?
