Home again

Waking up in my own room, my old room. Surrounded by abandoned college texts, high school yearbooks, boxes full of notes and letters. The sounds of early morning carved into my bones. The trucks roaring by, the breeze tickling the trees, a distant train horn.

Drinking lots of coffee while taking the morning slow. Silas doing laps in the kitchen while Mom makes blueberry pancakes. Listening to our favorite radio station. Waking up, shaking off last night's wine and soft serve.

Gathering ourselves, slicing watermelon, finding the sunscreen and lifejackets. Ready for a day on Captain's sailboat.

My childhood home. My centering place. Several deep breaths and four days off in a row. Blessed be.