Written Sunday:
The spring opening of the cabin is like no other time, no other day, no other year. Just like the shadows are never the same, or unfuckupable man, who is, today, eating snow. I’ve got to get that on my way back in.
I swept out a week or two ago, dusted down the cobwebs a few days ago before my visitor from Maine came out, but today is the real opener. I’m here by myself and not to sweep or dust. I’m here with my laptop. The sun is shining and the slats of the chair are shadowing the seat, and I have my camera. Yes, this is it.
It’s toasty warm for the heater having been on since 12:30. Now she’s quietly resting on “auto”, the freeway noise is largely kept out by the closed windows, and the occasional tings that let me know the “auto” is working are just right – soft, like the ticking of a clock but with only one tick per minute. Time is different here.
Oh, all the reasons why we take ourselves away! They’re countless!
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Hi Mari ~ You are not the only one ready for spring. It looks like the unfuckupable man has the chill. That is a perfect shot of him. I bet he looks totally different shot from the same perspective a couple of months from now.
ReplyDeleteHope all is going great. ~ Terry
Dear Mari,
ReplyDelete"Leaves of Grass" is one of my favorite books. Years ago, when I was just starting my spiritual journey, I wandered into a bookstore and saw a coffee table edition of this book. I bought it, and it is still in my library.
Hope you are doing well. - Celia