Back to this home and this slightly rocky table. It was my Grandma’s mail table and came from dad before that. Writing letters to ghosts and postcards from cats.
Will they remember that we travel with poems to memorize, with their plants, podcasts, and pets? Or will they remember the U-turns for both magical stops and missed turns? I hope they remember it all.
Oh you know, just learning how to preserve dead alligator snapping turtles at 11pm. #science #learningeverywhere
time is a funny thing. what seems closefrom three sleeps agoand don't even try looking back further and nowthese two back in Philly with dried cherriesblanketsbikesand rocksit seems further away than it was last weekthan it will in a few more weeksmaybe geography is stranger still
We took a few days to go camping, to a hike-in spot and we found the dreamiest campsite: Sleeping with a river on one side and this clay waterfall on the other side. We hiked across a person-only suspension bridge, learned what beavers sound like when you accidentally enter their territory, played in mossy trees, watched sunsets over a mighty river and of course we hiked a lot. You know what nobody said even once?
Nobody ever mentioned being bored.
This unplugged time is just the reset I hoped it would be.