In the rain, I looked up and saw a snapshot of my new life. Rocky was moving into the shelter of the barn, Red, oblivious to the downpour, was watching the sheep in the new feeding area. New images from my new life, new things to see, to consider, new colors and shapes, a new perspective. Why are we moving?

To buy a place together.

To live in a more compact space. And yes, cheaper, simpler,  so that I can take more time to write my books and do other creative things.

To find new experience.

To be stimulated and challenged. To paint, scrape, remove wallpaper, to know my home in a new and more intimate way.

To give rebirth to life. I saw this in this photograph, this perspective.