i'm home again after
far far faaaaaaaarrrrrrr too long in southern airports and
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?)