oddly familiar

As I  my made my to the Malecon one day for golden hour , I took one of my favourite routes. I paused for a moment on the corner and thought. It all seemed familiar. Reminding me of a place that I live now MONTREAL  and a place I grew up next to DETROIT. Perhaps that’s why I was lured back to the spot. A place of comfort. Almost like three worlds coming together in one beautiful strange dream that has multiple layers. Like the Trumen show where the actors and language changed but my role is the same, and the landscape is similar. Its funny when your past and present converge. Like it was all strangely met to be