I’m out on a job in the lovely middle of nowhere. Tucked away on the side of a mountain. Feeling spoiled and grateful. It’s incredibly quiet and endlessly beautiful up here. You can see the sunrise from the kitchen. Later it sets in my bedroom window. There’s a lot of room to breathe. My suite has a rad bathtub that’s actually long enough to lay down in. And I’m pretty sure this house is haunted. I never feel alone. Even when I’ve seen everyone get in their cars and drive away there’s still some one, some thing here. Bumping around in the distance. Making tiny noises.. They seem to have their own agenda. It’s never following me around or hanging out in a doorway. I think it’s just // they’re just loafing around the grounds. Staring out windows, reading in the library, watching the leaves fall into the fountain. Like an old cat.. that reads.
Day 40: Kimchi, scrambled eggs, kale. Yogurt with berries. In the library.