Like I said, it had everything.
We put my TV out there, and as such, the cabin remained television free.
Tell you what, I didn’t miss it, and after the workshop went up, I rarely used it.
I much preferred spending my time doing chores and getting the shit out of the way, so I had more of it to hang with Abigail and her family, go to yoga and meditation with just Abigail, grab a meal with Kimmy, go to dinner at Mrs.Matthews’s house, get a coffee with Lillian, Nadia, Cin or Delphine (Cade’s partner, I nearly bricked it when I met someone that famous, it wassocool, then I found she was down to earth, and I chilled out), at the rescue scooping poop or cleaning litterboxes or at the sanctuary, learning how to feed owls and baby moose.
But mostly, I used my added time spending my evenings in a cuddle with my guy on the couch in front of a fire while we both read.
Or with me stretched out on it, again reading (some of the time), while Hutch sat in his chair and strummed his guitar (cuddle time was number one, but it was a close second, being there to witness the miracle of how Hutch wrote his songs).
We didn’t shut out the real world.
But we didn’t let it intrude on the quiet and peace of our patch of land on the mountain.
There was always going to be pain, tragedy, atrocities and discord, and we could feel it, we could care about it, we could do what we could about it.
But not on our patch.
Not on our mountain.
Hutch would picka night at The Link when I was sitting at a table with Stormy and Jaeger to unveil the song he wrote for me.
It wasn’t like any of his other songs.
It reminded me of “Bloom” by The Paper Kites.
It was gentle.And sweet.Mature.Longing.Loving.
Hopeful.
I sat at that table months after I met my guy—a table I sat at back then with strangers, but sat there right then listening to his song for me, doing it among friends—and I didn’t know whether to throw my beer at him for giving me that extraordinary gift in public, or throw myself at him and kiss him all over…in public.
In the end, I just sat there, mesmerized, as silent tears fell down my cheeks, and my man, my guy, my Hutch sang my song with his eyes never leaving me.
And when it was over, he gave me the most beautiful smile in the world.
It was gentle.
Sweet.
Mature.
Longing, loving.
And hopeful.
By the way,I indulged in that “kiss him all over” when we were in private.
It was worth the wait.
But I’m kinda getting aheadof myself.
So let’s go back a bit.
Epilogue
SOARED
