I am almost fully functioning in the studio space.
Feels good….kind of like cashing out at the Colorado River Indian Tribe casino after playing the penny slots all night with M.
A little silly. A little tired. A little blooming pink in the late night. Laughter, too.
I love the penny slots. I love M, too. But I love M more than the penny slots. A lot more.
RW strolls past the Airstream and knocks on the windows whenever he gets home from the base at the end of the day. He says it’s pretty nice to see me working in Miss Maple — it’s a return he’s finally seeing after all his (our) manual labor this winter past. I love the space. It glows. I can’t explain it fully, but the light is serene and divine, no matter the time of day, and it feels really good. It sounds vague, as I read those words aloud to myself, but I continue to fail to find the perfect description for the space. After all our moving upheaval and limbo, I feel like we’re settling beautifully and while the dust is falling all around, the mountains are shining white and the rivers are washing everything away.
Gosh…say it with me now:
Life is good.