Ghosts

Earlier today, I walked into "my closet" and entered the attic. The black gauze covered the windows at the far end, and blew in the surprisingly warm breeze. Light poured through the window behind me, melting into darkness at the far end. The foil on the ceiling shimmered slightly. The room was empty, but the images, the sounds of the night before, I could feel them still. The atmosphere has definitely changed.

Perhaps I have too.