Nature Always Wins.

This past week my house in pennsylvania flooded and it caught me off guard more than i thought it would. Houses flood all of the time... people deal with this constantly, right? But when it's your things that are affected you go into immediate panic mode and when you're far away it feels even worse. I didn't know what was ruined, what was salvageable. Dozens of my books that i'd collected over the years at school would have their pages pressed together, my grandfather's photos soggily stuck to their pages, rugs full of water underfoot. It's strange to see decades spread out in empty spaces of your house all mingling together. Textbooks on dada next to class photos of my grandfather from high school, Fitzgerald novels next to polaroids from the 80s of family trips to Disney World. History comes together, nature always wins.

A Breather.

Sometimes my head needs a whole lot of nothing to clear itself. The most expansive amount of that nothing for me is in Vermont. I sit atop large rocks in the middle of wildflowers looking out into a valley spotted by red barns. Take long walks that amble throughout fields and densely packed trees. I sit in a kitchen while a cat purrs on my lap. Horses play in a field and there is green all around me. So much, yet nothing at all. Life feels correct in Vermont, i think they're onto something. Someday i will be there for a while.