A Nod of Recognition

You know the feeling you get when you stand in a certain place? That is, not a yard further forward and not a yard further back.

This is a few hundred yards from where we used to live. I would only come this way if I happened to be in the park and wanted to go to the other side of town – to the art shop, that coffee place, the shop that sells locks, or the other way around to the bridge and the punts.

The buildings look old – old enough that they are just reaching in, dipping in to an earlier period. It’s strange – the scene speaks a thousand words to me. I can’t even say I like the view – it just impresses me in the most obvious way of using that word.

Do you sense it, can a person who has never been there sense it even in a photo?