you could say i live in a cottage now. there is lace in the windows and afghan hung over wooden chair. a fireplace for winter and tunes all year. the trees rustle often, espeically in afternoon. and it's quiet enough to hear them.

lilies open slowly on the small table. the light is soft on their angles.

it is one of those days that feels strongly optimistic. i sit at my desk dreaming of what would be the most fun in class this afternoon. the door is open and neighbor is raking.

beethoven is open on the piano. this sonata is the latest favorite. it climbs like ivy and makes my fingers arch.

the house still smells slightly sweet, from the candle i save for special occasions. i lit it last night for only me. took yet another bath to soak my walking feet. and slept.

somedays it feels i could take years just like this.