Today was the first day that really smelled like true Spring since I’ve moved here.
I opened all the windows and let a fresh breeze whip through the house.
I stripped the beds and curtains and washed everything. I put fresh white sheets on all the beds and hung new sheers on every rod… they are white with stitch leaves and sprigs. When I look out through them to the woods I can hear the river singing in its bed.
I think I’ll go for a walk tonight after the sunsets so I can watch the moon rise.
I feel generally at peace these days and my strange dreams have stopped, but that thrumming in my chest that seems to be linked to the beat of the moon continues… but, its more measured now… like, we beat in time.
Like, the whole town beats in time.
Barbie walks the rail fence every day now.
Paul walks the rail line every day now.
I will walk the forest paths tonight, down by the river and listen to it sing in its bed.