big red

      our clubhouse was in the hayloft of the old barn hot and stuffy in summer freezing cold in winter we listened to Beatle records over and over again on a dusty turntable    

vulnerable

         

warmth

      the sweet scent of oranges warm yellow walls her curtains were gingham like the aprons she sewed        

undercover

      0° outside today        

recluse

    “the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation” ~ Proust   looking forward to a little downtime as a stormy weekend approaches