Saturday, March 22, 2003

In an alcove in the house by the corner. Woven rattan chairs and a singing garden. Right now, I feel so blessed.

There's coffee warming on the stove and sounds pitter-pattering around the house. Somebody's lit an agarbatti amd Snoopy's chasing sparrows around the clothesline. Bells jangle and my day awaits. Is this what home was meant to be?