The weather had other plans...
For days now, thunderstorms have rolled in one after another, halting the outdoor project I’d just begun. Even for the brief moments the storm stopped, the ground was too wet to work, so I packed away my tools.
Sometimes, when the world outside turns electric and gray, it opens up a different kind of space, the kind where memories stir, so I stayed inside... and wrote.
Seven years ago, on May 29, 2018, I arrived here, into the woods, into a life I didn’t yet understand. Tomorrow marks the full seven. I hadn’t planned to write about it, but something about the stormy stillness invited me to look back.
I gathered my scribbles and shaped them into a tiny memoir... and on May 27 I pressed publish — hoping it will be available on the 29th, right on time.
Fingers crossed.
