Every aspect of this place appears to have altered; I feel as if I'm in uncharted territory, with little but a phantom sense of longing in my heart, which I am convinced is a fabrication.While it isn't storming, the sky is awash in varying shades and titles that decry the uphill struggle at the frontiers, which may also touch their dwellings in a month or even a few.The shops are in the contrary from where they used to be; and even though the spring sale is still going on, the mood is not as upbeat.It is not surprising for one