Days Off

 Days Off

As opposed to Eugene where there was this weekend fever to do epic outdoor activities, Michigan has felt way more laid back, leafy crunchy Midwestern homey.

There’s been the pumpkin patch fall festival food truck apple cider mini donuts.

The mornings / afternoons riding my bike back and forth to watch baby Jack for an hour or two

or more.

He wakes up from his nap disheveled, crying, unsure of his surroundings. Upon entering his room he quiets, and smiles. This. 

The geese honk overhead as the deer skirt across the road, everywhere the smell of woodsmoke and wet leaves. I ride into a Wysocki 1000-piece puzzle.

Then as day slips under a leaden sky and the windows fog from mist, I’ll light a candle, sip tea from a mug that reminds me of the sea, and listen for the geese, for ghosts.