Everything was the same as she left it, it was as if no time had passed at all. She felt that she could pick up from the moment she left off and everything would be as is. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing extra-special. Everything was the same except that the change of seasons was the indication that it wasn't. The cold chill air in the morning and the bare-naked trees bathed in a violent orange made her feel at home. Home sweet home.