the way home

The way home2025-04-21 Good afternoon I'm back to where my fortune began the fortune I betrayed by moving away not for any reason that I momentarily thought I could find an easier life a place of clean underwear and breakfast A place where I could sleep to nine that had a café on the first floor and peopled by sure people, safe in their middleclass restricted world where everyone followed a rule written by convention where animal life was a fluffy dog or a sweet blue cat where street dogs were humanly put down. at the inn, I asked around where I could rent an old house, preferable near a stream a place that didn't demand vigilance or conformity Yes, they knew of a house that had stood empty since the former dweller had had gone to live in a big city, to my surprise it was my old house that I converted many years ago from a stable to a house I had been warned the house was odd rooms didn't match and had steps inside In the living room I faint smell of a mule quite rightly so, it had once been a stable The cottage was cheap to rent I didn't mind as it once had been the stable I bought forty years ago