The days disappear into a nearly endless stream of taillights. The commute will scratch my days away from me. Three hours in the car today, and then some extra minutes that I tried not to count. The same or more tomorrow. I never dreamed that I would be a commuter, not in this way.
Above is the view from our bedroom in the daytime. Below is from the balcony. It's as if we live in a well-made tree house.
The bewitching days have begun. They will captivate us for a few weeks and then set us free, never quite knowing what to do with us.
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