The only place I know I'm really home is Vermont. I'm like a robot that needs to go re-charge. Laying in the thyme covered yard reading and drinking make shift mojitos. Wading in Stickney Brook, such cold water my bones hurt, remembering sliding down the rocks as a kid completely unaware of the temperature. Going to bed smelling like campfire, fingers still sticky from marshmallow.
Then a night on a New York couch in the stagnate humid heat & the constant city noise.
Then Hawaii again, you know, to work. :o) My hotel room has a doorbell and a dining room table. I just love that there is a door bell...really the room is so big I might not hear a knock?! Amazing.
This is what I woke up to the first morning.....
Life is kind of amazing. Thank you.
