longing

Our house

We no longer own anything in this photo. The house – sold. The car – sold. The bench by the door – sold.

We still have a place to call home. We still have wheels to ride in. We still have a place to sit.

I’m ready for the blanket of snow – the crisp white forgiveness that cleans everything with it’s first dusting. From my kitchen window in the apartment I can see roof top after roof top and I’m so excited to see snow perch those peeks.

I’m ready.

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