Red ones, blue ones
Lots of balls in the air lately. I like to watch as they sail along, sometimes sending them off forever, like this week’s big launch at work. Other times sending them into the ground. Some bounce, some don’t so much. But the shattering sure is a spectacle.
Life is settling in, and the house seems to know it. It’s begun to groan a little, to creak and to clunk when the wind whips up or the upstairs pipes empty. It feels organic somehow, alive. I like it, even though I have no idea how to fix any of its maturing (albeit still very young) parts.