Revisiting places

Recently, I visited one of my local libraries. I have 2 that are a 10 minute walking distance from my house. The route to the one I went to on this gloomy Friday has a similar path to one I would walk from school to home. The beginning of my walk felt. Heavy. My body remembered the anguish. I grieved for my younger self. Something I do from time to time. Feeling it through familiarity of…