#augustbreak: nightmoon

The days with Myron home are rare and precious. Humidity still blankets the city, but we took a walk in the dark, listening to the hum of bugs and a thousand air conditioners and cars blowing past on Hazeldean.

The to-do list grows longer, and then shorter, and then longer again. A drumbeat below everything reminds me of the date, points out every cute house in our hoped-for neighborhood that gets sold before we get a chance to make an offer, wonders when things will be all done here. When I get overwhelmed, I remember this: It only feels like pressure.

Comments

[Tracy]

My fingers are crossed that all works out and you find the most splendid house of your dreams. It will all come together. I'm excited for your journey, my friend!

[amanda]

Very cool pic of the moon!