With the longer light the days have a little more ease. We get home, and there's just enough time to go out on the back porch and listen to the wind stirring in the trees and the spring time birds serenading the setting sun.
Every weekend is a boon. A few hours spent writing at my new favorite coffee shop, listening first to Joan read aloud. Letting the sound of her clean, direct sentences wash over me.
Other hours doing the endless loads of laundry that creep up on us, and all the other things the week never affords: grocery shopping, vacuuming, the usual. But there is also time for sipping coffee + reading Modern Love. For riding bikes to Blue Star with the dog, the wind in our hair and the scent of cherry blossoms heady and sweet filling the air. Or picnicking up on Mount Tabor overlooking the reservoirs set aflame with the light of setting sun.
Not enough hours, really, together, all of us, but still. Enough to fill us up temporarily so that we all head off back to our separate worlds sated till about mid week wen we're all hungry for time alone and time together and dinner happens later than it should. Enough for the time being. For March, for early spring in this city we're falling in love with daily.
At the end of next month, we'll have been here a year.
How did that happen?
PS:
There are just these few pieces left from my studio sale, including the little humming bird piece above. Just leave a comment & I'll get in touch.