One of the many things I love about my house is that it’s a bungalow. Even our tiny first apartment was on the second floor.
First things first, it’s awfully nice not to tote laundry baskets up and down the stairs.
My bedroom being on the first and only floor is a great blessing. In the summer, my view is a series of hibiscus, in various shades of blooming pinks, and a bit of fence. No matter the season, from my bed, I see the tops of trees.
Sometimes the moon appears. She’s merely a white light in my sheers, but she captivates me. I know she’s inconsistent, with her comings and goings from my window frame, but still she comforts me. As I lie prone, I watch her watching over me, and I can’t help but think how kind.