Displaced. You hadn't realised how comfortable you had become until the change kicks you out in broad daylight and the coat that you wore no longer fits you at all.
Everything familiar now feels unknown. What you see coloured by the sensory filter of a changing season and appearing alien, or perhaps you're the one who is now an alien. Lights flicker on, warm yellow spilling out the panes. And the grey fades in all around. Beckoning at you once more.