Soon the house will be full again ... great, grown people who are my children filling the place with the sound and presence and activity that await their arrival later today.
Olivia from Pennsylvania.
Angus from New Hampshire.
Ives still here but caught up in college schedules and so frequently not here.
Presence in presence, presence in absence; absence in absence, absence in presence. The invisible made visible and vice versa.
And I am likely to be slightly befuddled, wondering how the hell we all managed to live and grow in so small a space as this house ... the circus magic in which twenty clowns climb out of a Volkswagen beetle.