It’s like a floodlight up above us, casting shadows across the floor as it shines through the bamboo lath. Everything vibrates and hums with the collective energy around us, the sound of water over rocks.
No windows. No screens. Just open to the night.
78 degrees and silver puffs of clouds hang over the mountain ridge across the river. The floor pink beneath us with a thai massage mat laying across it.
All the lath up, the doorways framed, and a scaffold all around, today electrical outlet boxes and cables, our neighbors birthday, and new neighbors across the street with four syllable childrens’ names and sweet gentle hearts.
What a blessing.