A brand new apartment with walls of windows and huge green (soon to be red) trees reaching all around and above it. A long warm hallway that provides the cats plenty of galloping room. A neighborhood of foliage, front porches, spiral staircases and pillars. I feel much better.
There are two worlds here. The kind of homes where appropriate decorations will cycle as per holiday, and across the street, a mall and downtown Vancouver style black buildings. I can wander this old area taking in the brick, fall leaves, and fading vines. Or I can cross into a more modern world and slowly wade through the crowds, shuffling out of the way of shopping bags and small tethered children. Both have their comforts, you know. While a mall has a sound of ant-like chaos, it also has a sound of safety. A whirling rumble that covers you and coaxes you forward. On days when you can take your time, it's just nice to float through like a ghost, watch the people, watch the objects, watch yourself...
Perhaps it depends on the mall.
I had a dream last night that I was a huge black duck and I transformed from air to ground, into a wolfish human running across an arctic plain.
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