He went to my home of the last year.
He said it has only orange lights. I hate orange lights. They make the rooms terribly hot.
We only had white lights.

He saw the tree that has grown greatly in the last one year. It now covers the streetlight, which used to prevent us from entering the bodies of each other.

The house that was being constructed is now a fancy glass building.
The man with the dog still lives with his dog.
The bench is uprooted.
The lone tree ahead of it is replaced by glass.
Large groups of white women walk up and down the road.
A new couple sit on the bench, tasting each other.

I see his city, over which i took proprietorship for a brief period, through his eyes.
He has beautiful sight.