this morning a massive owl just sat perched on top of our tree house, bulging, muted, contemplative
looking down into the high grass of the deep swamp as though communicating with all the universe.
you still remain the stranger trying to conceptualize and realize it all through the screen door
of your porch. it seems like so many of your friends you grew up with in new york moved out to
pennsylvania and not sure why but they all seem to really love it and wish them all the best of luck.