Rebecca

by Daphne du Maurier

This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. Today we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way.

I feel this way when i pass houses i used to live in, or when we passed the house jake was born in

A hundred images came to me when I closed my eyes, things seen, things known, and things forgotten.

And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.