Boxes, chaos, and goodbyes to a home layered with fourteen years of memories
-a life of twenty plus
The steep climb on a dark and uneven path
the barn turned house perched on a hill above a dirt road that wanders past farms
and dares me to run further each time I set out.
Atop the hill, the rising sun streams through the bedroom window.
Sharp pain softens to dull ache- and the living through folds into body and soul.