our new home. for a spell.
oopsie. no photo. will get to that.
. maybe .
okay. there it is.
from the mews in Belgravia? (are you kidding me?!?)
stunning fortune.
one of the best trips ever.
more later.
. maybe .
didn't I come back here to start writing again?
.... the dream of _______with _______ and then stopping with a promise of starting again after I heard about the new writing he was doing. and after a promise of a 'tennis' meetup. nice. Later, another part, driving on Revolution Road, on the left side for awhile as if I was still in England, then not, then around the bend. stopped on the spot it was so gorgeous. a whole tree-filled, light sparkled pennisula stretching out before us, like Pt. Reyes does from the Sky Trail. Framing it in the camera to see a selection of the shape of California laid down there, the bend at its waist, the collasal beauty of it. much much more.
later.
. maybe .