Click click go my roller backpack wheels.
I walk away from my house , exhausted from packing , and right there on the sidewalk, a Moment of Beginning Something New crests and breaks gently, like a warm egg over my head.
It's only across the street, to our busiest and neighbors Nicole and Tom, hosting us because our house is totally bare, but still. I can feel the gantrys have pulled away. Now. This evening. We stand as Something New. I, we, begin.