Our new house is feeling like a home now. Good thing too: our old little Toronto house was just sold (after just three weeks on the market, but at an aggressive low price), so there is no going back.

Just as the irreversibility set in, a good day and a glorious dusk took place. We all went to bed early for a nap. There I lay in our room, staring out the big park-side windows. They showed just a pale gray sky and the silhouette of a bunch of tall trees.

I am home.