Welcome To My Bed

Good morning, Sunday.

Every day I wake up in this house, something feels absolutely right with the world. Strong coffee, vanana yogurt, toast, yellow leaves out the window, a book in my hand, and some loud singing. This is the starting point of the week. I am purged of bad things--I have handed over the necessary secrets, and now I live in my skin uninterrupted.

Yesterday, I wrote a little poem about the arrival of the fall. It makes me smile to see the leaves like this, to breathe deep and feel it crackle in my chest.

There is a big post coming--I've made my decision about where I will live for the next decent space of time--and I cannot wait to share it with you.