Leave one place, find another. Wake up, looking out on the alley and the house next door. It’s warm, inside and out. I crack the window. Mmmm, breezes, good breezes, gentle breezes.
How unpredictable it all is!
One last stop, with daughters, picking out sale items on a clothes rack. I learn from them. They steer me to the good stuff in life.
Oh, don’t let’s leave yet… there’s an Italian café, maybe a latte for the drive back?
It’s an easy drive. Three hours. I have done it maybe 159 times in my life, maybe more. Surely more.
We buy vegetables, grill them, eat them. Home, back at the loft.