It's been almost six weeks since I left Micanopy, FL, that sweet oasis of peace and quiet on the south rim of Payne's Prairie. I stayed up in that room above the horses' heads. Every morning it was coffee and a sausage biscuit down the in cafe below my room. It's true that my room always smelled of meats and cheeses due to being located above the cafe, but we just lit incense every morning and it worked out.
On saturdays - and sometime in the middle of the week - the Micanopy Porch band played right under my room too. I sat on the big porch and did my reading there, listening to some of the best folk and bluegrass I've ever heard.
On sundays, we'd walk down to Mosswood Farms and get our fresh local greens for the week. It was all about green beans, collards, corn, and tomatoes, and later, sweet potatoes and eggplant. Farm fresh eggs, too, with little bits of feather duff still clinging to each egg.
We had a master plan and it really didn't work out. I guess I'm not over that yet. The new plan is good but getting there is hard. I see my fiancée once every two weeks, and that is rough I tell you what.
Soon, I'll be missing Steinhatchee, I imagine. Isn't that how it works? The lonely heart looks backwards...
2 comments:
R.
I enjoyed the intimacy you allowed in this post. I like knowing you and hope to see you soon. Thanks for the honesty.
J.
Thanks for commenting J. I sometimes forget that the inevitability of human drama is really what we like to see. Honesty, on the other hand, is usually not appreciated. You rock.
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