I window shop during the holidays. It's a favorite pastime. Every shop pulls out all the stops to become an eye catching commodity. The windows become brightly lit dioramas, showing you a glimpse, a moment, of something unique.
But as I walked passed something felt off. I paused in front of a particularly festive window. The lights were twinkling in time to some music, but it was not the decoration that was wrong. It was the reflection that I was looking past.
I stepped back a few feet, and watched the reflection of the city-scape sharpen. But is was not the same cityscape. The buildings were all wrong. Some were shorter, most were of a different color than the uniform gray. And the people, were not the people walking past the sidewalk behind me.
I stood there for a long while, unable to turn around. I can't say if it was the desire to stay in what I knew, or hope, for a moment, to see this new city that suddenly looked more like home than home did currently. I wasn't sure which one I would end up in.
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