Although this block of brick three-stories is just like the one he left, something in it makes him happy; the steps and windowsills seem to twitch and shift in the corner of his eye, alive. This illusion trips him. His hands lift of their own and he feels the wind on his ears even before, his heels hitting heavily on the pavement at first but with an effortless gathering out of a kind of sweet panic growing lighter and quicker and quieter, he runs. Ah: runs. Runs.
The character experiences a sense of joy as he returns to a familiar brick building, which mirrors his past but feels alive with energy. This familiar environment seems to resonate with him, as if the very structure is animated. His initial confusion transforms into exhilaration, prompting a rush of emotions and a physical response that compels him to run.
