Somewhere like home

I head north in a few minutes, Seattle bound (you know I am never hard to locate). Watching the sunset last night over Dry Creek Valley, I realize how home this place feels. All of it, the almost thirty horses, the checking freezing waters, the keeping the wood fire burning. I am against my skin, inhabiting the area between me and my thoughts, it's a decent place to stand.

After this first year time starts to make sense in the way where I know the starlings were a little late this year, we had more water come down than expected in december, the cranes are migrating, the grape harvest was gonzo.

I love you