It’s been a time of breakings, of things ceasing to work, of shoes letting in water, of clocks no longer ticking. I am home after a month of comings and goings, and it feels odd. I am out of kilter. My body is sluggish, as is my mind. The transition from nomad to stay-at-home is a prickly one. He is kind and wise. As always. Take your time, he says. He is right. I need to. I need to allow myself that.
