Transitory

Coming home tonight, i missed the old place with the carport setting such that, as i exited the car, i could look up and see the stars in the sky. Before i (slowly and almost reluctantly) walked home and shut the world behind me.

I would savor the (brief) moment. Alone.

Now i have a gated garage with two designated parking spots, one of which is never chronically occupied.

I know. Cry me a river.

But i miss the starry, starry night, Vincent.