we chased it out with a broom to the sky

there is a beautiful gold light shining into my room right now and it is making everything all glowy.

if my parents were never around, i would love to make this house into a collective of sorts. where haggard and weary travelers come to sip perfect coffee on the porch. and in exchange they would just tell me stories from the road. or the sky. or outer space. i would take them to places where you climb and sit and jump and walk. and they would suggest good books.

i guess i love it when people come through because i get to be vicarious and this house gets a feel it's never had before and makes everything different and interesting. and bats even come inside and fly around.

i can't imagine ever leaving this room.