The days are full of wonder. Gothic style longing. Sweaty bike rides in the park. Meeting friends for iced coffee. Stumbling over bridges in cool nighttime air, rhapsodizing about the past. Sitting in the creek soaking in harsh heat. And every day music and more music and more music. Every day stories unfolding, squeezed to my chest, lying in grass or late with me in bed. Every day feeling aloneness that is warm, sublime, wondrous. Magic revealing itself in this home.