"Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." (Hans Christian Anderson)

Moving out of 310 took two days and I only had to switch the 1 and the 0 around to live in 301. Perhaps next time it will be a smaller task to move the address instead of my belongings. The nice part of loading and unloading all of my earthly possessions was the amount of time there was to simply think and while I thunked- I thought about how anyone who had coveted worldly things should have to eternally pack and unpack themselves in effort to come home. As I moved the many plants I have to my new flat (the term flat doesn't mesh with the two flights of stairs that I've practically made love to over the past two days) I remembered a Persian poem I heard once. It goes like this;

If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft
And of thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

(Sadi, 1184 - 1291)

There is some unknown satisfying solace in the simple idea
of walking in the rain
with you,
reading our moments
in laughter
under blankets.
Of all the fine things
your eyes would retort
and build me
the comfort
inside
a
small
fort.