And here, look how close to winter we are right now. I biked under this new display.
Oh, but the blue of the world around me! This is what makes Wisconsin so sublime, even in the off months. The sky. The great blue sky, so often cloudless. Expansive. Awe inspiring.
The post-work return trip – now that’s tougher. Even though I leave campus early – shortly after three, the sun is rapidly losing its warmth. It’s getting more like November. The blues cease to dominate. I pick up the pace just to get through the hour ride before it gets unpleasant out there.
I meet Ed at the café, but I ask him to come by car so that we slide the bike on the rack and drive home.
Home. Today, after a long period of wondering where home is, it's settled. Home is here. Home is the farmhouse. Here's where I'll stay.
"It's settled. Home is here."
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I have travelled the world. Slept in Cabins and castles.
As Dorothy said while clicking her ruby slippers:
there's no place like it.
The blue lake/blue sky shot is spectacular.
You get me thinking about the concept of home. In a basic sense, I think of it as the parental home, where I grew up, the place I could go back to. Then my parents moved while I was away in college and where they then lived was a strange place. Half a century later (whew!), after calling varied places home, it is where I am now; where I've been for 20+ years, even though I live alone. But it's not home for my children; they've only ever been visitors here. A newer concept of roots.
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