The wind whipped around my room like a wild beast, rattling the walls, the house literally shaking. I would wake up to find my heavy wooden porch furniture upended by the gales. I slept better this past month than I have in eons. I slept deeply and thoroughly and woke up refreshed. I loved my room, especially on those windy crazy nights. Hope slept curled up on my knees. She was totally on my schedule. She is more like a dog. She is up when I am up, she goes to sleep when I go to sleep. Sometimes a particularly heavy blast of wind would bombard the house, and I’d look down the bed at her, and she’d be staring at me. Like: “I am looking to YOU to interpret for me what the hell that noise just was.”
More pictures to come. It’ll take time to upload them.
I keep clicking on this one, I love it so. The colors the light, it relaxes me just looking at it. Like sleeping in a jungle.