Standing by the window, soaking in the view of the rain streaked glass, I couldn’t shake the feeling. My coffee went cold, but there was warmth in the familiarity of this fleeting tableau.
Did I once share this moment with someone else, a lifetime ago? I catch glimpses of past selves intermingling with current thoughts.
Walking down the side of the street where fewer souls seem to tread, the echo of drops resonating off pavement; each footfall sounds like a ghostly whisper drawing me back.
The street lamps flicker dimly, casting shadows that dance and beckon with silhouettes I almost recognize but can’t place.