I settle in as a foot would settle into an old comfortable shoe.

I move around on a chair to find an old indention of succor that has conciliated this old soul on many a past occasion,

and my brain slowly smiles again.

Construction completed and bedlam aside,

I am still writing from the kitchen table,

though I do not feel estranged,

in the least.

Humans are such sophisticated creatures of habit.

Even if what we do or where we do it doesn’t make any sense to an outsider,

it is perfectly logical to the creature living within the spectral sphere of their own world.

It’s all a matter of an inherent mindset.

 I like it here near the bay window in my kitchen where I can see the mountains and look out onto my garden. And while the creative portion of my brain languishes and misses the Muse of my writing room,

 it is acclimating.

For now.

There is a spider crawling along the web he has made in and around the Aloe plant that sits in a pot on the bistro table just outside the window,

and I am in awe at the nature of life.

 I would have missed this wonderment were I in my writing room now.

My old friends the Crows aka Ravens or Black birds,

came and sat awhile on the line above the fence,

 then flew away just before I took this picture.

Shy.

It was a nice day today.

Life is good.

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