all-weather home

my room in our nest in august (the light! so different now)




Back in the days of hot breezes, no comforters, no sheets, jars of water, cold showers, open windows, sidewalk rain from the air conditioners, wrinkled air above the pavement, heat exhaustion, heat sleep, heat insomnia, the days shut in, the nights as escape, the reeking city, the boiling reservoir, the hot trash, the trashy shoes, the blackened soles, the sleeveless shirt, the laundry line, the pink haze, the brown haze, the wet fog, the thick kitchen, the slow waking, the sweated shoulders, the wiped brow-

Back in those days I didn’t like any of it.
This is what we have seasons for.
(so we have the time to miss everything)

Thanks Fall




(& summer)