forgotten anniversay

hobbitt and I arrived here in our new home, druid labs pacific northwest, on May 2, 2005. That is a long time and a blink of an eye. Either way, it's hard to believe.

This morning when our lovely periodic houseguest departed, I stood on the front stoop and breathed in an intoxicating and seductive air. Wet. Fresh. Cool. Fragrant. It is everything I think of when I picture these mountains, these shorelines, these clouds and this sun. It is the taste of home. I will always be able to find it.

This day was pretty damned good. This moment is precious. This air is sweet. Whatever the past 12 months have brought are merely tangiental to this single, unutterable and luscious moment. I wish to live with such urgency, with a well-used welcome, and a tender heart.

And it's not just because I kicked hobbitt's ass in UpWords tonight.