...Dali, Sam and I were heading down this road with Evelyn to catch our flight out of Toulouse. It had been a whirlwind of a last week:
varnishing windows, shutters, and doors; last coffees with friends; getting the plants sorted; loving on the land and the barn; feeling the glow of the last night; protecting Monsieur Winkelmann, and covering the furniture.
Somewhere in there I packed, and got us as ready to leave home as we possibly could be under the circumstances.
Now that Sammie cat and I are getting ready to return, I realize that there are some things I just really don't remember: where I left a favorite pair of overalls; a favorite coffee cup in the kitchen; how the furniture is arranged; what was left behind on the bed upstairs that I'd planned to bring, but didn't have room for; and, hiding somewhere in all that is my very peaceful, happy heart. Oh, I've had whisps of that heart here in the states from time to time. But I know that while I'm home, the whisps will grow into moments, then minutes, months and more. I'm ready.
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