My wife and I went to an evening walk. It was just cool enough and light enough, it was one of those comfortable, soothing walks that makes us reflective. I blogged about the way walks can lead to reflections. First thought that came to my mind: we don't walk enough like this. When walking is an end in itself, it is always nicer, whether it is in an unknown environment (say a town we newly visit) or a familiar one. I also thought that we might not stay all that much longer where we are. There is no particular reason for it, only small little insignificant details (which for now I will not dwell on) that might all together make us move, not tomorrow, not next month, but eventually. Time has passed and we already stayed here much longer than expected. I felt that we had more behind us here than ahead of us.
Maybe I am wrong, but I still had that feeling anyway. It made me appreciate the familiarity of this town a bit more. For now, it is home, and I might miss it when the time comes to leave it.