some notes on returning home
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home. finally. my flat feels colder than the air outside, but i won’t turn on the heat yet. a cup of strong black coffee, unpacking, laundry. the rain comes down hard for a long time. epic weather calls for corn chowder for dinner, sourdough, a dark & stormy (normally these are strictly summer drinks to me, but they feel so perfectly appropriate tonight).
it’s good to realize how much this flat feels like “home” after time away. i notice how dark it becomes, early. i check online and realize that london is getting 10 fewer minutes of daylight than NYC right now. it will only get darker each day. i think about summer sunsets at 9:30pm and how lucky we were. i don’t feel prepared for this change in the weather. i’m hoping for a few golden sunny days in october.
this morning, i realize that the trees are not yet turning colors here. the grass is electric green. i wonder if the trees will ever turn bright colors, or if the green leaves stay on the branches until the rain & wind pull them to the ground.
this afternoon, a few minutes of sun. it is warm outside, and i go for a walk through east london. i feel invigorated by the things i see around the city. i must admit, it is good to be home.