Takes a village.
Lucky I have one.
What is old age if not an opportunity to swan about in a silk kimono, dropping pearls of wisdom behind you like a trail of breadcrumbs?
This is going to be very expensive.
waves roll in from the Minch
harassed by gale force winds
rain distorts the world
I see through my glasses
I am startled to realize
my hair resembles Auður's cloak
that I feel kinship
with the crofter's cottage--
made of local materials
warm and at ease amidst the storm
sturdy in the elements
in this place