Americana

Zen visited this weekend. The first truly invited guest of mine to my space. My place was in disarray, yet she was good about it all. She saw how much progress I had made from my last places. I wanted to cry.

We ventured into what is now my home town and my day to day, to Zen it was quintessential Americana. Lazy streets, elders of the community sitting on the sidewalk smiling and saying hello as we pass. Sipping coffee while looking out at shoppers weaving in and out of the antique shops of retro kitsch and antique mall. We barely scratched the surface of the town, but it was a Saturday day that one thinks of in years to come as "the good ole days."