Dejavu

I was walking to my car from the library yesterday.  Outside it was a bit grey and the weather was mild and it was raining, but in that way that is more of a mist of tiny dots of rain making everything wet but far from a sprinkle, even.  I closed my eyes in the middle of the parking lot and could imagine my walk in Milton Keynes from our house to Jocelyn's school.  The weather was the same, and it all flooded back to me.  I miss England.