I miss high school.
Or maybe, I miss being 20 years old. I just walked two miles home on a beautiful fall night.
I miss doing that.
It reminds me of all the parties that I walked home from. Fun social randomness. The liminal time between Halloween and real winter. It can still be spooky, but doesn’t have to be.
I guess I miss that fleeting time in my life, though it lasted half a decade. I enjoyed it then, and still do, and was reminded of it tonight.
It’s fun to walk past everyone’s houses, and get a glimpse of their home life. Orderly, disorderly, quaint, TV, seasonal, isolated, etc. I romanticize homes with enough space and wealth to have “wings”.
It’s a very Poe season. I’m here for it.
