The chair beside the window normally faces north. It’s my watch over the orchard.
This morning it was still turned toward the valley.
I do not remember leaving it that way.
I suppose I was expecting company. That happens more often than I care to admit.
A room keeps evidence of where our thoughts have been.
The creek was louder than usual after last night’s rain.
So I sat back down.
Some places do not ask you to return.
They simply remain worth returning to.