I have found that the weather changes just as much in May in Cincinnati, Ohio as it does in the rainy season in Oakland, California. It goes from a little less humid to really humid, cloudy to sunny, and then thunder-stormy and rainy all within an hour or less. I am sitting at Rohs Street Cafe, just a couple blocks from my new home. It feels so good to call this place home. It came so quickly and completely for me. My room has three long windows and a ceiling fan that whirs quietly and comfortingly. Light fills my room screaming "WELCOME!" at the top of its lungs. The walls beg for my adornments and my bed carries my tired body.
Rest.
Laughter.
Gourmet vegan food.
Green growing things.
Rest embraces me like a cool cascade
falling over me, my spirit, overflowing, falls into this refuge of rest.
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