I wrote a poem

So be careful dear friends

Because sunshine is addicting

To lay in it for a minute is to know true joy

An existence plants meditate on for a lifetime

I am less convinced I need sleep

As much as I need time laying in the sun

Photosynthesis is my natural state

I was born to bask

I invite you to give it a try

But be careful

Because sunshine is addicting

I think I’ve got the self-indulgent rambling out of my system for now. I realized on a run that I’ve been writing for myself much more than for an audience. I apologize if I spent a little longer than necessary in self reflection. I sat down to write to my readers and realized that I’m not quite sure what to share. I’m guessing that you want stories from my new life, glances into my days so I’m going to write a little piece on my office to start. It is absolutely bathed in light which may be my most important detail.

As I sit and write this I am sitting in what I think of as more of my greenhouse than my office, complete with louver style panels. Two full wall windows, one with the sunrise to my left starting at 6:20 and the other catching her midday quest across our little city back to the desert. Sunsets are incredibly happy for me right now, because I know each one is soon to be a sunset for someone I love, as the sky changes to her nighttime of stars she is sharing those colors with the people I carry in my heart. I have my plans and notes stuck up on the wall to my right with titles like “Big Ideas” and “Omaheke Region” and my beginnings of a roadmap taking shape as info comes to me. In front of me there are open shelves which have some candles, a lovely variegated philodendron which seems very happy in its new digs ‘n dirt, and assorted work reports and grade 1 Afrikaans books. My camera is perched in the cubby adjacent which keeps it in my mind to take out and about.

Other than that my desk is the perfect size to stretch my thoughts across without being mentally cumbersome. A simple white tile floor is cool in the morning and at night keeps me busy sweeping and mopping with its zero tolerance for dirt. My backpack hangs on the closet where my luggage is slumbering, a dress shirt hangs off the door, I can see the photos of my friends looking out to the rest of my house and scattered about the walls. Hope you enjoyed the tour.  

Love,

Fitz