May 2020 | A place we keep returning to. A place that feels like our own. A place that we’ve left two times in a row with a new kitty in tow; a stray that’s found us, and we let in. Last time it was Lola, this time, Sol. Memories withstanding the heat and the mud, forever calling us back. And us, forever answering that call. A reminder that even muddy waters can be cleansing.

Don’t mind me while I catch up here on years of life…