“I am sitting on top of a hill in a comfy cypress swing under a giant pecan tree. I’m watching deer down below feeding on corn. There are lightening bugs flying around. Frogs are croaking, crickets chirping, doves are cooing. Other birds are singing & squirrels are fussing. A ginger cat sleeps on a step going to the Loft. There’s where I’m staying. That’s what kind of place this is. It quietens the soul. I’ll be back.”
