i'm home again after
far far faaaaaaaarrrrrrr too long in southern airports and
gliding/lifting
/falling
over southern skies. (and it wasn't even that long.)
how i've longed lately to be home. and of COURSE. winter upon us. but not:
quite wintered in.
sky all sharp and diamond strung. Cold air, and clean. Two dogs, fireplace, VPR on the radio. pile of books taller than myself.
already had a cinnamon dolce hot chocolate and leafed
around a bookstore, eaten an entire loaf of bread.
Getting ready to march around the hills. at night you will find me and hometeam buried under quilts with extra socks on- my friend The Trout puts it this way: this is the closest I'll ever come to religion.
(why do I ever leave?)
