echoing in the house, a disposition
chasing flies and mice and an elusive stench
arranging, and re-arranging, our belongings and ourselves
the road oh-so-well and frequently travelled
a lull, for a season
the way, when space runs out, priorities change
what, really, is a need?
what it means to create value
not losing our shit, on the regular, every day
bears and the wilderness of home
a first snow and the softness of mossy knolls
the beauty — and equivalence — of lists and dreams
Very meaningful! And I can empathize with all of it.
Is there really snow on the ground now!?