a room without a view

my office is downstairs in the basement. while SOME of the subterranean area has windows that allow a surprising amount of light in (part of the basement is ground level, which is just weird to me), my little nook has nothing but a window that opens to dark narnia or something.  

anyway, much of the time i'm ok with this: there's a feeling of being wrapped up in a cocoon of pale greens and soft shadow. you can get a lot of thinking done when there is no outside teasing you into distraction. i've always appreciated places to write, think, create that are locked off and away from the world. 

the fact that there is far more time that i'm not ok with my cellar-dwelling office says more about my growth in love for my new home and my new life than anything else. (when it's not winter) i yearn to be around my family, outside, in the presence of my garden, horses, chickens, barn cats, dogs, neighbors, the lake, the forest, the loud and utterly insane nature that brings an actual ache to my heart; it's like the feeling inside is just too large for muscle and bone. 

yet even with that, this space below is precious. 

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