Friday, July 15, 2011
scenes from the cottage: soybean fields, offices and an appearance by pablo
i pulled into the gravel drive around dusk last night, after supper with my family. and as i turned the key into the old lock, the one that's turned to the right for entire generations passed, i looked to my left.
and the sun was setting just to the right of the shed. and i noticed the house for the first time. really noticed it. the clean lines of the brick and the way they align so beautifully. the old apple tree in the back curving under the weight of storms, sun and age. the old shed, with its whitewashed wood and new roof.
and as i crossed the threshold into the office, i put my bags down. pablo sprinted in from the living room, followed by robert close on his heels. and i thought to myself, if i wasn't home before, if the feel of gravel under my tires and the squeal of the key wasn't enough to convince me, i am home now.