“I quickly exited the building and began ascending towards the neighborhood’s main avenue. My head impulsively craned back to my house; I could notice the building’s number shining imposingly on the column and hear the soft rustle of the plants’ leaves caused by the breeze. Trees and buildings blocked the sun’s dazzling light on my flank as I walked; pine and olive trees oscillated indolently, occasionally allowing leaves to land on the patterned sidewalk. I passed in front of the houses I always admired and was greeted by cheerful barks.
Despite having walked the street millions of times, it was always a pleasure to stroll and observe the neighborhood. It had that character of individuality that fascinated and pacified me; each building seemed to have its own identity and impact on the neighborhood, just like each citizen. No house was directly next to the other, yet a heartwarming feeling overwhelmed me upon observing them, making me feel as if they were united in some manner, in that much-needed oasis of nature and quietness, which was capable of slowing down my life’s unbearably hast rhythms.
I kept on walking, gazing at the street as if for the first time…”
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