It's usually just a flash, not something I dwell on. More like a yearning quickly dismissed before it causes any pain.
It comes back the next day.
I'm sitting on a porch. The house sits somewhere very green, surrounded by trees and flowers. You can't see any neighbours, not the way the porch faces. The sun is shining and I'm sipping tea with a special friend or two.
It's not my house. I don't dream of owning a house, but of visiting people I care about. I can't see who they are and it doesn't matter. Any of my friends. Maybe I'm lonely lately, or perhaps I'm sick of the city. I don't know.
It's a nice daydream.