this mess

 

perhaps the difference is that I'm home and home can be quite messy 

perhaps the difference is that home can be quite loud (and then silent, the wind rusing through trees above me)

perhaps the difference is that I'm no longer visiting friends and family who live far away (and I'm missing them)

perhaps the difference is that I stopped using my "real" camera (while we were on the road it got packed and hidden away) and I missed the clarity and now I am reminded just how much home making art is for me 

perhaps the difference is that I'm watching shows again with my love 

perhaps the difference is a good book

perhaps the difference is in having my own cold brew coffee 

perhaps the difference is not having air conditioning at just the right ambient temperature 

perhaps the difference is in the perceived mess versus the real mess 

perhaps the real difference is when I'm wanting to be where I'm not 

perhaps the difference is the return of autumn 

perhaps the difference is that I'm home (because home is here in me)

perhaps there is no difference 

perhaps 

the messiness of it all is beautiful