On being home again

I step out the front door to enter a world I had almost forgotten. Locking the door behind me I wonder at the smells of pine trees and clean grass. I turn to see the grass is greener and I walk across a yard that is my parents. As I walk the side walks and streets there is no fear of tripping over cracks and cow crap. I think that some where I heard a dog bark but I can't see one so I am not sure how it could be. A car silently goes by, not a sound out of it but the tires turning. I am surprised when one car turns the corner and there is no warning honking of the horn. I cross the street with no fear of losing my life to the unseen autos or cattle carts. It seems even the birds fly more silently, as though they are afraid to disturb the soundless city.
City, I am not easily convinced this is a city. How can it run so silently? With rarely a car going by. The ride from the airport was an experience. At speeds of 100 Km and more while riding so closely to all the vehicles around us and no horns honked in warning. Just whizzing in and out of traffic.
As I walked passed one house in the neighborhood I was expecting the man sitting outside to call out and ask how I was and "where are you coming from?". He didn't, He didn't even seem to notice that I had walked past. I have become suddenly invisible. I blend in to the scenery, nothing novel about me now.
This is not bad it is only strange after such a long time of standing out like a radish in a field of corn (don't know why I used radishes and corn but I did so just picture it).
It is good to be home even when the temperatures are down to 13 degrees and my toes are colder then some winters.
Well I have now been up for more then too many hours so I will sign off here with a good night. P.S. I hope to start posting pictures soon, I have enough to last till my next trip it would seem.