My friend called me today to tell me she's gone home from the hospital and she's on meds and all is well.
I walked thought Colman Park on my way home from the dog place. A forest in the city and a community garden and a HOUSE in the middle of it. I want to live there, in the middle of the park by the lake next to the community garden in the city. Like a secret with trees all around no people but a few joggers and cyclists.
I'd never leave the house. I'd grow into the floor and straight down into the ground. I'd spring out with branches and leaves. I'd make some fruit-maybe a cross between a mango and a passionfruit.