i'm spending my days remembering. sometimes the light and heat are just right in the house and i walk through and the music floats out the windows into air that's neither heavy nor light. the floors feel solid, the dogs lye stretched out, satisfied from the day.

i'm satisfied as well. i've come across these things of late: some antique furniture, home-made raspberry jam, a new spice, pickling cucumbers, some photographs.

things changed and then i smelled the dill in the garden and everything went back to how it always was.