Wednesday, September 14, 2011

A Rooted Moment

This morning, as I reviewed "furniture" with my police English class, the image of my old house came into my head. Specifically, the kitchen and dining room, with me wiping down the table and counter. The Sears & Roebuck oak table I'd bought at an auction ten bajillion years ago for $12.50, now belonging to new owners. The light that came through the kitchen's dutch door that goes out onto the back deck.

It was a moment of .... not regret, I don't think .... more of wistful remembrance.  It took me by surprise.

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