Home is always borrowed.
As nomads camp where others camped before,
As mice find winter digs under the stair,
As this year’s swallows build their summer nest
Among the raftered nurseries of the past;
As mosses lodge in crevices of stone-
We too lodge in lodgings not our own.
From “Two Entries in the Annals of Wayfaring” by Richard Tillinghast.
And so for day 286