Fall Falling Leaves Moon
Writing this in the hotel “business center” because my relatively new Lenovo laptop has a biometric passcode which uses facial recognition. It refuses to recognize me. Frustrating since when I try to enter the password it times out before I can finish. The perfect circle.
Anyhowl.
So I arrived in Denver and ended up spending all afternoon with a mortgage broker. So, I arrived back at the hotel, checked in, took a nap, got up and had some sushi, then decided on a whim to drive out to 9358 Black Mountain Drive. Night had fallen, but I had wanted to drive there straight from the airport but got caught up in the wonders of mortgage banking software instead.
When I left Denver metro at a mile high the temperature was 57. By the time I reached Black Mountain Drive it was 38. It took 45 minutes to get there, winding up some chicanes, past signs for falling rocks, wildlife and national forests. When I pulled into the driveway, I could only see the house in the headlights, so I got out.
The quiet, even more profound than Andover hit me. I remembered then I’d wanted to to up there at night, for precisely this reason. But I hadn’t counted on the sky, clear and high, no light pollution, just stars. I knew I’d come home.
There are still a few things. Like the mortgage, for one. Getting it approved, though we’re far down that track. Fire insurance. Kate found some. The costs, which seem to metastasize. But even on the drive up I had a sense that this was a moment not for reason alone, but for adventure. We’ll absorb the costs somehow and have a third phase home for both of us.
Great job, Kate.