After another week on the road, here’s what it feels like to be back home: to sleep like a cat, unhurried, unworried, beyond comfortable… sleep as an art form. It’s a goal that is not to be grasped for, but which comes or was here all along. Sleep well… good night.
The clouds last night were not enough. No snow. Only one small wisp of cloud spirals from the hills that were so menacing the day before.