At the door…

April, 2005
The back door off the kitchen was a magnet for us. We were always looking out here to see if things had changed. The view from here and the window over the sink never let us walk by without looking out of them. Never in the city could we look out a window and see, basically a park, that was ours to maintain and foster. Massively addictive this land was. I realized that when we had glibly said, on first moving here, the we could just move back to the city if we didn't like it, that we were being naive and that the land was making its imprint on us that would not brush off as easily as we had previously thought. And I am glad that it is not easy to command z, or erase, or reverse or undo what we had done. Changes, good and bad lead in one direction and to try to alter that would be to not live your life as fully as one should. Deciding how to live within the changes was what I was beginning to understand.