there was a cabin in the woods and a path leading from that cabin to the river. we slept in the cabin and ate outside. sometimes we ate inside where the light was dim and, even with 7 individuals, there was always a certain hush. down at the river, there was fishing and rock skipping. there was sitting and staring up at the trees which held us in, and there was a certain hush. water was pumped from a good old-fashioned water pump; breakfast was cooked upon a good old-fashioned wood stove. and on that path, from the cabin to the river, the rhododendrons bloomed, late for this time of year. and i know they weren’t waiting for me. not really. but it almost felt like they were and they did. wait for me, i mean. for us. oh, the unexpected adornment. and the hush.
sending a little love your way, m