~ ~ but one advantage is awaking early and listening to an owl duet. Enjoying the clear crisp clean air of the morning. It bears the aroma of my past – I recognize the smell of fall. It reminds me of riding my bike as a child and driving the VW camper in Dallas. There is a scent of October – not the packaged pumpkin fragrance. It is the smell that feels clean. I knew there is pollution in the Houston area. It became an accepted oppressive feeling without realization of what was missed.
Things / stuff are in place. It is not home…yet…but the cell is well padded and becoming comfortable. Work space created for when the urge to create strikes ~ and feeling it calling but still the inclination to ramble. Dependent on the GPS for wanderings. Have the feeling I am in a maze and will receive a treat when I reach my destination. Did pick up a map so I can put everything in perspective. Found that I could not locate myself on a digital screen.