I’m in Vermont now, sitting on the front porch of a little cabin in the woods as I write this. It’s beautiful here. Peaceful, green, quiet, primitive. There is a stream behind me, and there are waterfalls which we might go swim at next Sunday when we have the day off. There’s also a swimming hole across the street, which we were told is “usually nude, and more guys than girls.” I don’t think we’ll be hitting that up, I don’t really want to see a bunch of naked dudes swimming around.
After dinner we rode bikes down to the gas station nearby and bought beer. Then we played bocce ball out in the grass, and talked and laughed in perfect weather until it got dark.
So far it seems like these next two weeks will be a continuation of what’s been a really good and valuable summer for me. While I was in California, and especially on the long drives there and back, I had a lot of time to think about what kind of architect, and even really what kind of person, I wanted to be. I think being out here in the middle of Vermont will let me have more of that kind of time.
But for now I am here, I am calm, and I am content.