I know that all I can write about these days is the rain, but it is amazing how much it influences life here.
This morning I woke up early to the sound of the rain and rolled over and easily slept through my alarm. Once I woke up to stay awake, I sat at the table and thought//read//wrote and downed some tea. I wrote a lot this morning about how I could stay. I could stay here and live like this for a very long time.
I’m enjoying the story I’m living here. I find that I more than enjoy this pace of life. It suits me well and I know I will never really leave this place behind. I feel certain that I’ll be back again one of these days.
My time here is coming close to an end and I find that I’ve spent a good deal of time lately trying to savor everything as if it was my first time.
[Photo: New territory. Across the bridge, Letang//Grace Farson]