We have been away for weeks. Long enough to have forgotten how it feels to be us, to be at home with our little routines. We have even forgotten what we look like.
We have walked to sun soaked villages perched high on rugged mountain passes. Not strictly true as I have a mortal fear of narrow paths and long drops, but we nearly did.
We have seen such sights and done such things, such that life will not be the same ever again.
And yet, pretty soon the couch slouches the same old way, sagging to the shapes of of our butts. The TV overheats from overuse and as the fire warms us to a stupor, the memory of the bright times reflect in the fire’s flames in our eyes.