dusk

I'm on the Abbey grounds today, settling nicely into my place, the old stone grotto. The grotto is deep and the weather warm, at present. I'm well protected from seasonally mild elements. Come winter, I'll make a flap of sorts for the entryway, to protect from the cold and snow and bitter winds howling. From this field afar,I'm listening to the voices of the community. They carry beautifully on the gentlest breeze. It's dusk. Suspended for a fleeting and precise moment between light and dark, I realize that I'm happy here.