Need I say more??
No, I needn't ... but I shall. One quick thing:
I was trying to decide — during a walk through the insane bustle of traffic on Thames Street today (kidding) — if the harbor looks bigger or smaller when empty of boats.
On the one hand, there's space. On the other hand, there's no sense of scale.
And that's how it feels at home these days, too: plenty of space with the kids off on their own (finally?), yet lacking any/all sense of scale. The landmarks are the same, yet everything is different. Bigger? Smaller? Like I said, I can't decide. It's just plain weird.
But, since you're here, and since my walk isn't/wasn't quite over, I'll take you with me around the corner to King Park, where my sweet (late) dog P used to get very excited about visiting Rochambeau. "Let's go see Rochambeau." Wag, wag, wag. (Seriously.) It's a great place for perspective as you/I glance back toward town. And Rochambeau seems so sure of himself, doesn't he?? Or he puts on a good act ...