If you live long enough in a city, you'll eventually find a bridge to Terabithia. Or at least some form of escape. I was thinking it was about time to leave this place. I've left a lot of memories in here for you. Hmm? Would I miss them?
You can't miss something that was never yours.
It's been quiet this week so I've been napping outside in the hammocks with the birds for company. The weather has been beautiful, but at the same time, irksome, making me intensely restless. Maybe because it already feels like summer when it is only March. I caught a whiff of the humid breeze floating through the porch window this evening when I got up to make some tea. Made me think about summers spent lying on the driveway looking for constellations while eating watermelon. Somehow, it all seems very far away.














