I often re-visit favorite books, reading them in their entirety or just special sections. It’s remarkable the way literature finds unique relevance for me as I age. It’s why my tradition encourages the reading of weekly Torah portions and hosting a Seder in the spring to re-tell the Passover story. Texts are static, and our evolving response to them can be considered a barometer of growth and maturity, accumulated life experience.

Over the past several weeks, however, I’ve experienced a somewhat uncomfortable, inverse phenomenon… with place. Unlike pages of text, the physical world changes from day to…