For the past two months I’ve been sleeping here. It’s hooked up with electricity and just that, but it’s right for this season, both in my life and the unseasonably warm summer we’ve been having on the Pacific West Coast.
I’ve gotten used to the spiders that sneak in daily to weave webs, and the strange amount of dust that seems to settle on all the surfaces.
Inside, I’m surrounded by all the debris that I love from all the places I’ve been, and as I’ve recently come back to the place where I began it all seems good to me. Even the 2 am trips making enough racket to scare off the skunks, raccoons and coyotes to the house and bathroom, seem good.