All the ways that we break

All the ways that we break

Here I sit. In my coffee shop. The one with the rough brick walls and the shadowed light and the rooms that I weave through as if I was at home. Here, I am at home.  I am always and never at home.  The rain is coming down outside. Hammering onto this parched desert...
This is the way of things

This is the way of things

{Click to listen while you read –  because words and experience and music are all parts of the same whole.  This Is The Way Of Things – Spotify Soundtrack } ~~~~~~~ You wake up.  The sky is blue. The children laugh.  You forget to clear the breakfast...