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