The sound of rain. And voices. I wander around to find the source. One tv turned up really loud and one 12 year-old awake at 4:00 am watching it.

Coffee, quiet, rain. Just need a fire.

Place an order for delivery instead.

Early morning chat with a familiar face.

Laundry. “Rebecca.” The book is probably better.

I pack the pork butt in sugar, brown sugar, and salt for tomorrow’s dinner. We opt for a simple pho for tonight.

Surprised, but not surprised.

The Pattern.

'I lost sight of something. I came in search of it. Having found it, I'm going home.' - Ross Poldark

After the storm.