this morning my hands felt so happy to wash dishes in my very own sink. with soap and hot water. dishes left from meals eaten in my own house since coming home tuesday.

i'm surprised at how much pleasure this gives me. being here, at home, after two months of travel. my bed is delicious. the light through my windows. plants. my books around me. familiar doors and pathways at night. i had almost forgotten.

it is enough to make coffee and sit here at my desk. to stock the fridge and play the piano again. to wander around and make no plan. my yearning for adventure satisfied for now. i'll dream from my own bed tonight.