As much as I feel like a transplanted fish out of water some days here - I'm glad I'm home in Worcester after a long weekend away. My ol' stompin' grounds ain't what they used to be and neither am I. I have carved out my own piece of ground here in the dirty Northeast and kind of dig it. My back finally feels like it's against something and I may even feel some roots for now.
I have to add that no one builds a better sanctuary than my folks. I was transported back to long summer days on my folks old patio during this weekend at their newly constructed "outdoor room." Quiet serene suburbia is only way to describe. Even airplanes miles overhead where silent.
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