Just a few weeks in and the exhaustion has begun.

Beige on beige, the excitement beyond is unreal.

We have neither extra furniture nor extra Rs.

No, we didn’t. Nor did anyone else.

There’s a community pond at the corner of our lot and it feeds a stream that slices across part of the back forty. The torrential rains of the last few weeks scoured the land – the remains give evidence of persistent liquid violence.

Eventually, theses stumps will be ground out and new trees planted. Eventually.

A gray morning, a gray coat, a silver watch to check.