Sitting in a comfortably stuffed chair in my library, listening to the sounds of the evening, happy to be here in this moment, in this home, and my life.
For a memory that returns to me... roasted peanuts and candy swirling under a slow, undulating current of ceiling fans, hardwood flooring cool under my feet as I float through the joys of the Five and Dime, pulled along behind my mother like a child sized balloon.
The view of my lane, from my porch, on this land that stretches through our generations like a benediction, a grace, a privilege, and a duty.
I don't know that I'd ever leave it, but for my bride's wanderlust.
:think: Well, maybe for long New Orleans weekends, with jazz tempered evenings, fine, slow meals and strong coffee and beignets on the morrow.