It’s still warm in the early evening. The damp air envelops me like a towel taken out of the dryer as I lounge on a lawn chair in the shadows of the descending night. The air is rich with the laden smell of decay.
In the growing darkness the walls of our house seem massive. The bright windows are like cut outs. I always thought that houses resemble lanterns at night and I like their warm glow and the intimacy of life inside. But for a moment longer, I want to remain where I am.
On the outside looking in.
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