I've been here two weeks now, back in this city we used to call home—this time just long enough to pack. Things feel the same here, and so different. There’s a vine of ivy wrapping around the wire outside the house, climbing straight up the line, beautifully silhouetted against the light morning sky. The ivy was still green when I came into town, still fresh, still holding life within, despite being severed from the earth.
I'm leaving tomorrow, which is good, because there are only two creamers left. Funny—I didn't plan it that way.Read More