Thursday 11 June 2009

Home Again

Oh, the perils of travel, the joys of return. The grass is overgrown where the sheep could not graze and dust covers the mantel. I am weary, weary from restless change and disappointments, upsets and too-small triumphs, and thirst for intelligent conversation with sober and modest companions. I shall first take care of the letterbox and unpaid bills, then look for me at home in Bodega, where I will lay down my road-tired frame and wait for you.


Osprey said...

Welcome home, traveller!

Enjah Mysterio said...

YeeeeeHAH! She returns!

HeadBurro Antfarm said...

/me waves and winks... and is careful of typos!