I’m a visitor today, at someone else’s home. I’ve never been here before, so I don’t know where anything is. Everyone is gone now, so it’s so quiet I can hear the clocks tick.
It’s funny how place is such a large part of who we are. The places we live, ship, walk, bike, meet and worship in become familiar, and anything else seems less comfortable.
It is a very nice fall day, and the sun is bright, and I’m enjoying the quiet here tucked into a subdivision. We get quite a bit of noise at our home, from a nearby main road, so the quite is a change.
Tomorrow, I’ll be back at home, and there is plenty to do there. This week has been lost, but we will work on the yard, garden and other fall tasks over the weekend.
