…and recently we went back there.
It was difficult to leave again.
On this windy day in Brooklyn when the heat is off and I am wearing clothes that don’t belong to me, I will show you the cats from that place and try to forget how badly I want to be there.
Oh Huntingdon. You are only 262 miles away. If the buildings were smaller I could almost see you. You are the keeper, present and future, of the things I love.