the windows are open! tom put the screens on while i was running a package across the border to mail in the u.s. i stopped to visit my aunt on the way back and came home to the load of white's that i'd put on the line before i left, perfectly dry and smelling divine, tom on the porch swing playing guitar, and all the windows in the house open wide. what a great way to come home. summer is really here when the screens are on and the windows are open. little fragments of conversation drift in the windows. voices and birdsong and neighborhood sounds.
on mini-retreats & revisiting older work
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