it feels like a forgotten episode.
like taking a nap and waking up to find the book you were reading was on the floor.
new buldings are built, new people, changes to the road structure, I do realize that.
but, Trees, they have great memory, don't they?
they stood there stout in silence for years, but they never forget, do they?
and after all of it, they still greet you like you never leave the place for 11 years.
the humidity, the air, the rain scent, the trees.
all the familiarity.