I recently moved to a new state. I've never lived outside of Michigan before, and every time I leave the house I have to use my GPS.
I'm reading a book about the Peace Pilgrim, who spent thirty years travelling the country on foot, with no money at all, eating only the food she was given and sleeping indoors only when offered a bed. She was sometimes assaulted by the strangers she trusted. But mostly they fed her, gave her somewhere to sleep.
The insects are so much louder here. It's unlike anything I've ever heard, the insistent whooping from their hidden homes. Repeating, We know our purpose! We know our purpose! We know our purpose!
I keep my screenless windows open & I curl into the sound.
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