
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

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


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

0° outside today

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