Luckily, I thought to take my jacket and longer pants.
On the mountainside watering the plants, the sun sets quicker and the cold night wind blows and permeates, signaling winter is coming.
My instincts triggered, awareness shifting: it’s time to find our new home.
Where will we land, this time? Is it ok to want for it to be so much better than before?
Fingers ache as begin warming again once returned to the heat of the car, and we marvel how we’ve come so far from once being so alone.
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