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.