Violently Happy

Another storm at Lake Superior. At 8am it’s still dark in the cabin, and I am snuggled up with an unplugged laptop that’s as warm as a cat. Listening to Björk’s Debut, an audio timeport that makes me 21 again. That was the last time I lived this way: working, writing, cooking, on my own time. It makes me violently happy.

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