Home and Away
The house is quiet. The woods are quiet. Everyone is asleep and there’s a heavy fog on the lake. All will be gone with the sun. The quiet and the fog. The woods will stir, the house will stir and the day which has already begun will truly come to life. Bird song, kid song, wind in the leaves. It’s a nice final morning for my week in the woods.
I enjoy travel and seeing all the sights, but living out of a suitcase can be trying at times, and the bed on the road is never the same as the bed at home. Plus, the routines of home are the routines of home, familiar in all the right ways and there’s no need to try and walk like a ninja to avoid waking sleeping children. Although, I have discovered that children can sleep hard and a little coffee making hardly causes a stir.
I got my Maine lobster yesterday. It made for a lovely meal on the lawn by the lake, and even the mallard thought it was fine enough that she brought her brood ashore to eat with us beneath the bird feeders. The food of the sea is really wonderful when fresh caught and eaten outside and sometimes it makes me wonder if I’m really meant to live away from it, in the dry lands of former oceans. But for now it’s just a wonder and hardly a call to action. And I like my home in the hills and I can hardly wait to see it again.