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"Round

Like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On an ever-spinning reel

Like a snowball down a mountain

Or a carnival balloon

Like a carousel that's turning

Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

Past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple

Whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind"

My mind whirled when I thought of the house. It was just blocks away from my own home, near the same beaches I frequented over the summer, near my school, immediately in my life, but it was like a portal into a world that was unreal. I'd already spent two nights in the house and was planning on spending a third.

"Like a tunnel that you follow

To a tunnel of its own

Down a hollow to a cavern

Where the sun has never shone

Like a door that keeps revolving

In a half-forgotten dream

Like the ripples from a pebble

Someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping

Past the minutes of its face

And the world is like an apple

Whirling silently in space

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind"

My sneakers left intricate imprints in the thick dust that coated the floor of the skeleton of a house. Rogue golf balls from Seth and Ryan's earlier activities scattered here and there made me step carefully. Near-opaque plastic sheets divided the rooms. Bugs hovered in packs in the air. I swatted at a cloud of insects as I made my way through the house. The house was still. I hadn't seen any sign that Seth had returned.

"Keys that jingle in your pocket

Words that jangle in your head

Why did summer go so quickly?

Was it something that you said?

Lovers walk along a shore

And leave their footprints in the sand

Was the sound of distant drumming

Just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway

And the fragment of this song

Half-remembered names and faces

But to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over

Were you suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning

To the colour of her hair?"

A pleasantly warm low glow was cast by the candles and flashlights in the room ahead of me. He lay on his back on the faded picnic blanket with his hands behind his head. For a moment I stood beyond his sight, watching the way the light and shadows played on the floor and the plastic sheets. His eyes shone with an inviting dim gold gleen, matching his hair. A plastic sheet rustled with my movement. He turned his head to look at the disturbance, and the way the light caught his face made the crude and dirty frame of a house we'd holed up in seem like the place to be.

"Like a circle in a spiral

Like a wheel within a wheel

Never ending or beginning

On an ever-spinning reel

As the images unwind

Like the circles that you find

In the windmills of your mind"

Song is "Windmills of Your Mind" by Sting