I have a habit of leaving.
The fewer ties, the better.
I have a habit of quitting.
Why go through something
tough when it's unnecessary?
I have a habit of being alone.
Far less disappointments.

I'm not saying all that
because I'm trying to
change. I'm saying
it because I've started
to change.

I don't know why.
But, here I am.
     Settled.
     Living.
     Happy.

Perhaps, it will change.
Maybe not. For now, I'm
going to plan a garden.
Miguel is building planters
with wheels, so when the storms
come we can protect them. I am
going to sow seeds. All kinds.

Changing of the Seasons