The turn signal sounds.
The old 92’ Honda approaches Dodon Rd.
It’s dark and late.
I breath deep…
Anticipating major changes.
As I spin the wheel,
I begin to wonder…
Should I go in the front door
or the basement?
I guess it doesn’t matter for now…
I’ll ask Polly and Tom if they have a preference later.
Dodon Rd. stretches about a mile total,
and I roll slowly through,
keeping my eyes peeled…
A deer, raccoon, or even a peacock could hop out at any moment.
But all is quiet and nothing moves.
Pulling up to a pitch black house,
I deem the basement an appropriate entrance.
In the car, I gather some refrigeratable items, my laptop, and the last plant of my mini collection…
A hot pepper plant.
Opening the car door,
I’m greeted with pure nature as
a clean humid air envelops me…
The smell of fresh rain accompanied by
the faint sound of frogs gearing up for spring.
Mmm… I breathe it in.
Inside I quietly settle into my new cozy bed.
I’ll be waking up early tomorrow to welcome the sunrise.
Plans for tomorrow running through my head…
Excited to explore new possibilities…
Unwittingly, a smile stretches across my face
as appreciation and gratefulness overcomes me.
The first good night.