I can tell it’s a nice day when the whole room goes from what it was before to much brighter than that. A cloud moved away somewhere above us and the sun shines down and pours through the flat.
I look over Taylors shoulder and out the door. The garden is bright and the leaves are rustling in a gentle way. Before long I begin to write, deciding that I must have something to say about this moment.
This moment is so special!
There is so much potential in this new place. Being here allows me to do all sorts of things that I can’t do at home. I can…